righter friends

i’m crying a little bit in the biography section

snot drops onto the life story

of some arsehole

obnoxious enough to have lived a life deemed bookable

(sorry)

(about the snot)

.

how do i invite an author around for a cup of tea

when they’ve been dead for twenty three years

write a book about that, if you’re so smart

(and then come around for a cup of tea)

(i have english breakfast and irish breakfast and australian afternoon and organic green

and no one drinks tea here but me)

.

i pour coffee on the pages of the prime of life

here you go simone,

have a drink with me

i can’t make your words out anymore

but at least we’re having coffee