Ciao Poetry Challenge > Reviews (74)

Half begging me to keep in touch after I moved out she is
Still flipping records loudly on her turntable so I have no peace at all. It burns through
The wall of my bedroom and she never wears the headphones she promised me she
Would before I moved in. She puts me down consistently and then comes over as
Desperate when I start to show the signs of leaving that I had when we met. Clink, clink,
The bottle she brings home and empties every night and the empty bottles and boxes of
Pills I don’t want to discover, under the clingfilm for my sandwiches, on the shelf above
The cat food. She tells me to get my hair dyed with blonde highlights: I’m a brunette, I
Say, as long as I want to be. She’s a brunette with blonde highlights.