So I sat on my bed and ate a rice-cake.
Then it was gone.
I took another, thinking of last Tuesday:
standing naked in front of a man I didn’t love,
thinking sex was exciting. With the next,
I remembered forgetting to wear a bra
to school, the red-faced embarrassment of it,
sure everybody could tell. Crunch, and
I’m back falling in love again, lying
by myself watching Peep Show.
A few more down, a few more days
of worrying about weddings, wondering
why we seem to copy the lives of those
we wish would love us, and then I forgot
to take the pill and bled all over the jumper
that had made a car beep at me.
So I sat on my bed and ate a rice-cake.
Then it was gone.
