Things We Said
17th & 18th February 2018
She said to me; “Maybe you’re living your best life? Take my hand”
We’ve made it to the side of a grass verge.
This marshy wetland, she is your annual visit, an empty home standing on the preface of the perfect view.
This land, you’re a cheap discarded novel. You’re the tale that is placed upon you; your story is manipulated and retold in however many ways one sees fit. Your battered pages lie soaked with water, puffed up as they dry in the sun.
Things We Said (part ii) to follow March 2018