Thoughts in my head at this very minute
About a man’s memories, so different from a woman’s memories
About one’s pride and righteousness
About the other’s guilt and weariness
About eating batter-fried prawns tossed with garlic and
butter
About the crispy, chewy, delectable flesh in my mouth
About a blue dress, blue eyeshadow, blue, blue, blue
About my heart and what it would feel like if it stopped
right this instant
About smoking a cigarette, taking a long puff, and exhaling
slowly through my nose
About a man, in a car, in his room, under the moon
About another man, the only face that brings me to violence
About children, a child, my child, in this world, with me,
alone
About the beginning of things, about the end of things
And how the beginning is also the end, and the end is also
the beginning
About flowers, about cats, about babies,
About parallel universes, about Bukowski, about dreams
About agency, about freedom, about love, about labour
About things I don’t want to remember in words
And words I don’t want to remember any more
About escape, about distractions, about sleep
About enough, about too much
