Certificate 18

With everything life sends , its still a wonderful experience .

In iceland, the wind carried the drift of morning coffee from your window on pingholstraetti street; the blue of the building melting into the winter sky. The walk up the hill to your door

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces, a foolish postcard from Brighton, of all places, oh how the syphilis cream stings! These foolish things remind me of you.

This is inspired by the Bedroom Tax and the politics of envy