I sit in the freezer section to write; I’m that cool.
I can smell his cuddles on my clothes.
(I said I didn’t need this).
Woolworths, if you proudly support no tobacco day, why do you sell cigarettes?
Shiny happy people; Squeaky maroon thongs.
I don’t have much else to say, I’ve given away myself again. The emotions are designed to compromise. Weather the yearning. Forget about the sweet smelling, affectionate, drug-addled boy. Business as usual.