What if demanding attention
has nothing to do with devotion,
and everything to do with self obsession?
I'm so jealous I can't speak
God knows it's hard enough to
keep my chin up, harder still to
keep afloat
Drenched.
Lying back.
Spread out on the grass to dry.
I thought you sun-bathing because
I could smell sun-burnt skin.
You've been left out in the sun to fade.
I don't know if I can let you
back inside again.