We both bought t-shirts

(A poem cut together from texts. I'd forgotten I'd written this.)

It would be darker in the morning.

I pick my battles, perhaps

even if it’s clearly more of a stifled yawn

a relay race for people who have lost interest.

I haven’t had a shower and I’m in yesterday’s makeup

Exhausted, asleep, but missing you still

thinking of you up there all alone

small is important too.

Then the usual domestic shite

I dreamed I was at Big W with you

I have mellowed over the years

we both bought t-shirts.

Get your subconscious to role-play it

I would be happy just to see if

I loved bolting into town

any time/place/dress code.

It’s excellent indoor weather

the sky is appropriately grey and

all buses pass my place at some point

you might want to buy an umbrella.

Leaned down and caught the scent of you on a cushion.

I open my eyes, and yours are shut

every time I look at my watch I am closer to

seeing the longing in my heart.

We could have a little while together

even better, it will keep happening

so much work into that mix

I will also finally feed you an oyster.