Disgrace

Disgrace

I’ve checked the lists of all the things we did,
scan read the five year plan for missed ticks or unaccounted columns.

I have to say the best shitty bit
was when you told that ugly girl her soul looked just like Marlene Dietrich.

I see her sometimes,
putting on my lipstick when I pry in other people’s bathroom cabinets.

Those notes we wrote in that old guy’s window steam
‘your head is an egg, your egg is a head, your yolk, bleeding’ was ace.

I think the line you gave me about guilt polstices
summarised precisely how I feel about casual acts of cruelty.

These things need planning.
I’ve never told you but I keep a suitcase of indicating signature pieces.

Sometimes I spread them across my bed
and get in under the sheets. I sleep deeply.

Although recently, I find my eyes pointer stuck
on a grid line of an Excel spreadsheet

and I am writing to say,
I am sorry my love, but I have started giving up train seats.