I am seared with a longing so burnt in
I’m afraid one day I’ll suck the whole world down
And when that’s not enough
I’ll scream tears until all of life drowns
Then I’ll come roaring through the four corners sat astride a grief to finish what’s left.
This thirst is desert: I’ll drink the galaxy dry.
The next one too.
This is me the whirling screaming ravenous one
Built on tears and thighs and noremorse
That echoes through the whole of time.
The one who has to be in bed (and ideally asleep) by 11 o’clock each night.