The Source

'a few more days of worrying about weddings, wondering why we seem to copy the lives of those we wish would love us'

"The memory is hazy, the photographic still of the memory I keep in my head, more so."

'You're in all the details, taking up the small spaces/You're filling in the gaps between words in this poem.'

'something in the bagging area/I looked down, and it was me, crouched there'

"how we feel now must be the way that stars feel all their lives"

'I wanted you, all the more because I knew / Someone else was getting you. / What does that mean now?'

'Let's watch the sun making its paperboy/rounds tapping on the window and shedding/off its flecks of glow'

'three girls sat dangling out the doors of a car, sea salt and suncream'

'O Cypris! I must rank among those who seek your nectar.'

"It is the light/That engulfs me/Its fingers of dust waltzing ever so softly"

"The echo in the chapel chimes as I take my unlikely seat."

"Did you ever meet the man, Who lived once in this place?"

'I rue the lost hours and days: a finite life, this one'

'I am not sure what broke me. I think it's a close tie between the discussion around NaCl when I asked for the salt to be passed down the table or when someone genuinely asked the group what their favourite way to measure the centre of mass was.'