we all played nice but there was nothing nice about it he kept looking at things he shouldn't and i was too stubborn to move an inch he told me in no uncertain terms the uncertainty of the situation but i just. laughed. in his face and rolled a cigarette so he wouldn't see the expression on my face.

DSHW

i wore these same boots when i ran away from you at 3am in the rain the rain in yr hair was what started it all in the first place drunk & v-neck inside out and i owed you

rah

my hands are tired today; far too shaky to roll a decent cigarette
weeks wearing leopard print but you and i both know i'm a tiger deep down

you said it was yesterday

i don't know if it's you or if it's me oh i don't know i don't know

voyeur

his and hers jeans so they can unravel at the seams
coffee as a prop but
you don't go
he told me it lasted longer than anyone gave it credit.

2

they were like a married couple
he read the paper and she
stared into space
open book but wrapped in plastic

surry hills

sunday morning slap in the face across the street haphazardly jay walking black boots over dirty white lines inclined to take an incline in a rush cigarette and everything at once periphery my downfall and you're against a door always one foot in the door the same jacket i wore and gave back before the the words you couldn't take back my hair's close to on end lip between teeth my eyes look anywhere but at you always thin ice and i don't want it to crack you crack a smile - so familiar - my lips are numb no man's land i hesitate