Ok found another little poem and this one is for Becca.
You tell me excitedly you keep my little
pale blue covered poetry book by your bed
with its defeated stunted poems of loss
I look on your love with approval and share in your joy
your girlfriend jokes ”I put my lemsip on it”
I imagine a mug ring bleeding the edges of the
circular illustration and my book being used
earning its keep as a useful object and smile.