123, anyone out there?
(new journal skin, please ignore)


To 'you'Weve never met.To 'you'
I may have passed you
on a street
too engrossed in the wetness of my socks to notice you.
We may have shared a chair still warm from when you ordered pie-of-the-day (chicken) whilst I waited and
hesitated
over milkshake.
You might have seen me
waiting in a queue and thought that I looked moody.
I was listening to angry music and trying to be sulky and alluring.
I can paint things and roll my tongue and I want to learn how to cook.
Ill cook things for you if
--
There is a God who loves
Thanks.
--
An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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