Monday, 22 January 2018

22nd January 2018

Sunday snow
removed by night tears
angry words

© Rachel Green 2018

Why do I feel
apologetic for not smoking
when someone asks for a light?
Sorry, mate, I don't smoke
seems a stupid thing
to feel guilty for
(though I did for many years).
Should I feel sorry for more?
I haven't bought condoms
since the early eighties
or records since the nineties
videos since the noughts
or DVDs since broadband streaming.

I haven't bought Christie novels
since I learned about racism,
pornography since exploitation
and rhododendrons
since the advent of the Oak Gall wasp

Apple can just fuck right off.

© Rachel Green 2018

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