The limit of 10 PM turned into something-AM.
I still drink and wait for you whilst semi-sober...

You said you'd run along,
then you didn't...

Remember the dazzling blue hues
of Northern England's summer sky...

I am a story;
not a number...

Miss Mossy always wanted
to mow the mess beneath...

Tea without sugar, honey
despite bees, trees...

"I miss the way you replace
the raspberry of my lipstick...

We're the speckles in concrete, some necks
more immune against the two-faced sun...

The weatherman said, today's going to be
one-eighty degrees and sunny...

During Summer, I leave my fingerprints everywhere,
smudging the horizon on my bedroom window...

Labels are for cans, not people,
so please stop turning me...

My ribs do not protrude to stab you,
yet with every step on the scale...