It’s raining on our anniversary
and June’s bright sun skulks behind wadded clouds,
but we’re the furthest thing from misery,

though lack of sleep has sandpapered our moods
and daughter’s last poo stank of rotten cheese,
happiness and mad love still intrude

as we relive phone camera memories
of our best day til we feel we’re still there.
I sit down to watch Ireland play footie

and reacquaint myself with true despair.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jun 11, 2012 @ 23:22:07

    I like, “Sandpapered our moods” but I’m not so sure about the “rotten cheese.” You seem to be preoccupied by defecation.


  2. Niall O'Sullivan
    Jun 12, 2012 @ 05:29:50

    Defecation is a big part of my life right now.


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