What I wouldn’t give to strip every last memory of you from the depths of my soul / Nightmares: est. July 1997 / how is it fair that I still dream of being trapped with you / in that trailer, in my misery / how is it even fucking fair that we live with a…

A little bee hovers beside my plants, its body a precise machineIt regards me from a distance – Hello, large friend -and alights on a leaf no wider than my thumbnail-rjm