i’m so sorry to bother you again
it’s me –
i live inside you
like a seed in avocado
like a belief against killing animals in a sensitive vegeterian’s mind
like a last sip of lager in a loser’s glass
in a gloomy Belfast bar
at totally unimportant night
this is me
i am your majesty
i am your sense of procrastination.
Freckles like water on your skin.
Thoughts written on irises.
Will you let me in