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seven/nine lives

Here's a toast to the living on the blonde side. Documenting the mild narcissism and nighttime wisdom of a little wise guy living on nine lives. Selected essays and fiction. 

Timea is a fiction writer, essayist, and social researcher. She is a doctoral candidate at the University of Oxford.

Bleeding is Lonely

Bleeding is Lonely

ever so foolishly in love with you

always so foolishly in love with you

i lapse and fall in gaps for you

like a stiletto in city street cracks for you

 

(pshh, listen: i ain't a poet, it's just with you

sometimes

it's easier to make it rhyme — 

it helps me make sense of this brokenness inside)

 

fuck you all time

in fact

here's a cluster of fucks:

packaged and wrapped to your home address,

slotted on the back of a deliveroo boy's back

ready for you to unwrap

 

"there will be blood"

i wish somebody would've said

before, i

fired the

cleaner

the dry cleaner

the garbage man

the handy man

all the employed and working

parts of my brain

that help me stay sane

 

"there will be blood"

i wish somebody would've said

before, i

landed in your bed (again)

 

"there will be blood"

i wish somebody would've said

before, i

fell and

died

 

baby, bleeding is lonely

Roxanne

Roxanne

Rolling in Rivers

Rolling in Rivers