by Raymond Antrobus
Are you my drunk teacher who took our game of rounders way
too seriously? Are you the boy who said I had the ugliest smile
on the playground? Are you the girl who toe punted my balls
and made me a piss sack of blood? The girlfriend who slept with
women behind my back, said it wasn’t cheating? I don’t know
what I’m saying, would you be my friend? I spent hours in the
house alone as a child, I left fingerprints on my sister’s CDs so the
music kept skipping! I wanted her friends to be my friends but I
wasn’t invited to her parties. Are you the party? Are you my Dad
lying on the sofa, saying I’ll soon be dead? When I pull ‘What
Is Existentialism?’ off my mother’s shelf Simone de Beauvoir
says The movement of my transcendence appears futile, I don’t
know what that means so I put it back, fuck! Who loves me?
I’m testing everyone! I need space for all my old and new gooey
needs and projections, I need constant blaring validation alarms,
give me award ceremonies, please observe my wall of fame: Best
Second-Guessing Over-Achiever, Best Internal Monologue While
Drying Dishes, Best Self-Promoter at the Charity Fundraiser,
Best Awkward Silence in a Moving Vehicle, Best Bad Advice to a
Couple in Crisis, Best Non-Smoker in the Smoking Area, Most Self-
Centred Fear during the Global Pandemic, Lifetime Achievement
Award For Most Convincing Head Nod In A Crowded Pub, Most
Triggered Person In An Empty House
Last updated December 07, 2022