Slapping Your Scars

Featuring the most annoying & simultaneously true phrase in the world.

The sun galloped high

(Too high, I think)

By the time I awoke

And went straight from my bed

All the way to lying on the kitchen-floor rug

(There are owls and odd-shaped fruits on a pink background — don’t expect me to explain, it’s quite Swedish)

Your voice, how it was back then, has stopped my ears

So I glare at the cat and swear under my breath

Because you walk through my dreams more often than not now

It unsettles the acceptance process

Causes rifts in my defense

Wheat flour sifts around the kitchen

(Pancakes are comfort food, no?)

Cooking for nobody makes it harder to bear

And Cabernet in a teacup

To take the edge off this pain

You’d think it would, but it activates it

Like slapping an old scar

“It takes time”

Well yes, I knew that bloody well all on my own

But thanks

There’s a mist of wine tracing through the dry mix

While the cat rolls over an owl on the rug

(She’s white, grey & mean.)

It is like freedom not to miss you anymore

Yet salt tears join the wine drops in the flour.

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