Fake Super-glue

I‘m done
with being a friend
spiritual mother
convenient lover
(in)significant other
I’m done

I’m done
with being a spy
un-ravelling every lie
double checking alibis
giving it one last try
I’m done

I’m done
with being me
clinging on to you
what I thought to be true
held together with fake super-glue
I’m done!


Dust-cover Protection

Hard back
stiff spine
bound to last
feels divine
as finger flutters, braille like
sensing leather embossed
tracing round
dust-cover protection
forever getting lost
in dog eared first editions
passages held in line
corners turned
bordered in gold
as you take a leaf from mine