Blood test today, I’m crying already.

“I used him to fill this void, a listless nothing that swirled around inside of me. Then in a moment it all changed… I got lost in a book. I began to devour the words, letting my eyes hungrily rip them up from the very pages upon which they lay. One by one the letters healed me and I loosened my grip on him just enough for him to float away.”

The man next to me on the train has a whole cool box full of salami and scotch eggs. He’s ploughing his way through them at quite an alarming rate.

For the crisp, salt air is laced with memories of home

How can I be too ill for pancakes!

Bluebird

there’s a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I’m too tough for him,

I say, stay in there, I’m not going

to let anybody see

you.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I pour whiskey on him and inhale

cigarette smoke

and the whores and the bartenders

and the grocery clerks

never know that

he’s

in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I’m too tough for him,

I say,

stay down, do you want to mess

me up?

you want to screw up the

works?

you want to blow my book sales in

Europe?

there’s a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I’m too clever, I only let him out

at night sometimes

when everybody’s asleep.

I say, I know that you’re there,

so don’t be

sad.

then I put him back,

but he’s singing a little

in there, I haven’t quite let him

die

and we sleep together like

that

with our

secret pact

and it’s nice enough to

make a man

weep, but I don’t

weep, do

you?

Dripping from head to toe, there wasn’t an inch of me that was dry as we tumbled through his front door this afternoon.