did you still exist before i woke
before the need to pee
put you on a collision course
with gravity
before you danced with me in the shower
pooled then, in the grate
mum, why’s your pee pink
i don’t know, i don’t know
phillip and holly were on the tv
in the waiting room
had you slipped away already
drowning in the cheap pads
i bought in a hurry
at the petrol station
just a light bit of oil is all you need
this season, it’s all about the glow
i checked the time on my phone
like it was my passport, sweating more
my two-hour parking ticket in shantalla
was fast running out
not your heart
as it ceased to beat
this way please
just follow me
the doctor began to wheeze
as he peered inside the plastic grips
protocol slipping from his lips
you started as a clot
progressing then to tissue
let’s just see now
if we can move it for you
they left us on the bed alone
you, tucked inside the plastic strip
of the metal tongs that pulled you from me
knees up in the air
is this how I’ll remember you
the red streaks of a dream
