Misery’s the pig mate

My mum said I was like Misery today

She meant Annie, because the weather was bad and I folded.



16 year old me would never have posted a selfie, never mind a poem.

She would never have dreamt of having such confidence.

She would have waited ’til someone else posted a picture of her that was passable and used that for her profile –

So passive.

Now, I post both, both different forms of self-portraiture.




I hope to sit with you one day,

in a content sort of way.

Sometimes thing are okay and sometimes they’re not,

But I’d love to have you as a constant, even though you can’t be constant,

Because one day, after you’ve become my constant, my comfort, you’ll die, or I will,

And the other will be left in a constant state of grief and loss, which will in some way ease but never go.