Judgement
How I have to watch you dance out of the window flutter by, and take the fun with you. How you coax a way to cure this body serve me lime and jalapeno and believe it will stop. How you say a walk outside will lift my tiredness announce I’ll wake with an in-vogue body. How you think I police through the driver’s window never contribute, or enter the fun. How you don’t listen when I speak the truth about how this illness travels, but never leaves. How you tell me to sit and rest by myself as you entertain, backs turned. How you stay with me to talk for hours ignore calls to follow the pack. How you always surprise.
Not going
You think I’m lazy? You think I can’t be bothered? Well let me tell you about lazy. Lazy is having someone tie your shoe laces whilst you drink, dip into crisps. Lazy is when someone asks you your name and you flag the postman to answer. He doesn’t. It’s letting the dog walk the kids to school whilst you instruct the headteacher to clean up any poo. Lazy is when someone can’t be bothered to pick up their knife and fork and instead asks for it to be spooned in, whilst their hands get warm in pockets. Can you believe that? Don’t choke. If you can put out fires in your body, drain the flood from your mind and drag a car park with your legs, is that lazy?
If I Cried
If I cried, there would be no water. My lakes have run dry, my pipes are empty. If I cried, there would be a sandstorm. Grit has settled in, my eyes itch and chafe. If I cried, I’d want for nothing. If the waters won’t flow then why give me your tissues? If I cried, my blood would rush out, hunt down your clothes, fill up your shoes. If I cried, I’d release my demons, threaten your night times, sit on your chests. If I cried, there would be no water, so I won’t.
Flight of the dragonfly 