the moon’s perchance 

as the silence descended 

our thoughts roosted

 that wasp

the spider has it

yes yes yes

 oh for the days

when news was history

and tomorrow was maybe

 emotions

tangled like coat hangers 

~ rattlesnake 

 new SIM card

removing my phone case 

~ you have a cat?

 when my true love left me

she left me this note

• gone to M&S

 rain pouring

doom scrolling

~ tea time

 waving my hand

in front of my closed eyes 

i find the sun

 unseasonably 

i rename the toaster june

~ warm hands

 those clouds

why are they in such a hurry

where are they going

 June was always

such a fickle love affair

summer’s discontent 

 scaffolding 

all around the library

the plot left hanging