Trombone by Strange New Places

my grandad's trombone
the shoes i wore through on oxfordshire roadsides
the consumptive fight against my body's
assumptions of who i should be

the scarf she gave me which i've
come to peace with and disregarded

the songs i never quite finished and the acheing feeling
things are better than my brain makes out

the cane-handled umbrella
a notebook dripping pink hair-dye precipitously
old friends who bonded unnaturally
getting married

the way brian sella says
"UNKUMFTERBL"
the way everyone leaves eventually, a lack of easy answers
and the violin i never learned

fuck it tonight all we want is a maximum mitigation of damage for a president
fuck it tonight all we want is a drink and a smoke
i'll tear down the town hall and break my nice glasses
take tiles from the roof and we'll play noughts and crosses
i'll make blanket forts diligently outside in the snow

the EP i actually finished
the fact it's not very good
and a terabyte harddrive
the most valuable thing i own

YA fiction
italian lessons
my dodgy right knee
that's me

YA fiction
italian lessons
my dodgy right knee
that's me

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