TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

ten poems

in Southend. it was early in the year,

the sky was grey as a silver coin and I know it’s not a destination anymore but even the people that would have been there weren’t there that weekend. we saw someone walking their dog on the beach and played around at the amusements in Southend. I won you a stuffed furby on my very first try. but you left it in my flat when we got back from Southend. you were a little sick anyway and on the train back you applied careful make-up. you had agreed to meet a guy you used to see, you see, and I was being careful not to be bothered by it at all since you were only down in London a few days and it wasn’t your fault you had friends that weren’t me down there. it was my fault that we spent some of it

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