Im divorcing the ground.
She claims that I owe her a hundred miles from my Bed
Room to the door. I do not.
She claims I owe her the shock of cold air on my naked skin
And scrolling through newsfeeds. I do not.
I instead am intent on engaging my bed, who has agreed the
Vertical world overpowering. He is gentle and warm and
Allows me to sleep, which the ground says is a great calm
Delusion, so I say to her, well, we won’t be
Splitting the outdoors, you take the lot, my new lover
Has feather heads and porcelain legs and she says
Fine. But you are fooling yourself if you think that will be enough in
Two years time. To which I say
You’re just jealous, that I was never this happy