Ballads to be Forgotten (2010)
I know everything is as it is, stretching and existing and walking off into the world, and I know what it is to be weary, un-lulled by the full weight of existence; a strange bearded man leaning over across the covers, to mumble a handful of unfinished sentiments into tired ears, sleepless and sober. As a friend, universe, I have loved you from a distance, pretending, with a smile, that it was you standing beside me on the train, wearing a dress that you would wear; that those were your fingertips which brushed against me in the shudder of the last stop. At home I dreamt about your secret face, and where it could be found, amongst all of the well-trodden ground where grass has grown, murmuring in my sleep, the weeds creeping around, to slip back with a start, my one, small heart pumping, wide awake and dimly alone. I wish I had as much life, as all the police cars outside my window screaming off into the night.