MONO ISSUE 1 PDF FLIPBOOK - Flipbook - Page 89
SUCH A LONG TIME TO FORGET WHO I WAS
by AN Grace
Her eyes closed body static
murmured whispers for unknown knowns
I bring nothing everything companionship
If I thought I could deceive her
perhaps I'd be who I want to be
but then I'd have to know what she's thinking
when I need to it's what I think about
in the pub, the church, the chapel, the car
when my limbs have petrified
when my fingers can't turn the key
They graffitied the headstone again today
not neat or with care or time
obscene in chaos, a scrawl of fuck you bright red
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