After I left the job with the friends who said they’d treat me with compassion if I fell, an old friend asked me what I wanted with my future. Sex and bit more money, I said, sipping on a coffee in a café on a Sunday morning. Ha! My old friend’s laughter was a bark. People looked in shock at the sound she made. I felt something break.
[This poem originally appeared in Pádraig Ó Tuama's Feed the Beast (Broken Sleep Books, 2022). Republished with the kind permission of Broken Sleep Books.]
