how is it almost september tho

Time just keeps passing me by.
I blink and it’s almost September.
I keep beating myself up at work
because I feel like I’ve been there forever
and I keep making mistakes
and I should be better by now
but I need to remember
I have only worked here for two months.
I’m not expected to know everything yet.
Time is plodding along endlessly
and I don’t know if I’m
managing to keep up
or not anymore.


I have a tendency
to change my name
as it suits me.
The moment one part
of my life ends,
I drop the name
and become someone new.
I choose a name
like a pair of shoes –
I will wear it until
it wears out
and then I will find
a replacement.

may the bridges i have burned light my way back home

I stand here,
lit match in hand
at the start
of the bridge.
I stand here,
breathing in
the smoke from
the smouldering remains
behind me.
My eyes water
and my lungs hurt
and my fingers sting
from the flames.
This is what I have always done.
One part of my life finishes
and I destroy the evidence
the only way I know how.

I don’t want to do this.
Why am I doing this?

I do it anyway.