Cancellations

Cells collide
the doorways to my eyes
are ajar.

so far as they say,
but it’s not quite today
and won’t be
until
I have that first cup of tea.

She sleeps on
unaware
that I got to the kitchen
without switchin’ the
lights on.

Outside.

everyone’s an enemy
keep
two metres away from me
it’s a fuckin’ tragedy,
I want to go home.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.