6 June 2025
25 June 2025
submitted to Island 175 25 June 2025
control freak
stimming with blankie wot
beta way backwoods
to narnia or forwards
to pax aeternum just for
you and a few, baby, just
to be organised for once
enough to rock oneself
to sleep and not wake up
an adult again or any
other thing, neither to dream
of bromance nor gentle
cremation – the slo mo fire
comes anyway, as does rigid
fate… of course it never feels
like that… how events are not
smart enough to conspire
reality, it takes someone of your
simian imagination to sweep
through trees of chance as
though you owned the forest
you knew the sky and you’d
never asked why