fifth july two thousand and nine

just found this. i can't remember writing this poem, but it happened. sometimes i forget that it happened, but i remembered last week when i was applying for a job and saw his name. asshole. i've been learning a lot in manchester, i realise.

necessary

yesterday you defriended me on facebook

for writing on my blog that you had ‘obvious intentions’,

forgetting the way i protested as you moved your hand

between my thighs.

i gave up trying

to explain that i didn’t know you

as you positioned me in the darkness,

and thought only of next morning’s bus ride home.

scientology poem

now come up to present time

those words, spoken in a tone
i'm told is forty, was enough.
a positive postulate with
no counter-thought
anticipated or expected.
designed to give perspective,
a Serenity of Beingness.

i opened the book and
read its inscription, from
the girl who promised
to love you forever
and felt nothing.