All my exes

All my exes

My exes live in notebooks,
drinking cans of red stripe under trees at outdoor gigs
reading paperbacks with slick limbed Charlotte’s, Sarah's, Kirsty’s.

All my exes are writing short stories and including my knickers
Not that they are very interesting.

All my exes go to brilliant parties and the famous people think that they are amazing examples of non calculating personalitites.
This is not an accurate representation.

All my exes, have at some point held me like a lottery ticket
And felt my heart irrigate, carefully articulated
The moment that for them the winnings became unwanted.

All my exes are award winning critics of my poor scripting
leaning in on my dreams, interrupting orgasms,
living examples of the ruefully unhealthy fixation I have with apology.

All my exes would like to live outside notebooks,
drinking cans of red stripe under trees at outdoor gigs,
Reading paperbacks with slick limbed Charlotte’s, Sarah's, Kirsty’s.