If you, every day, had to attempt to live up to the expectations
Of a failed generation
You too
Would turn to the bottle close at hand
And dance on the rings of light
Flying between your feet

You too
Would kiss strangers briefly
Hot, damp
Nearly love
Fleeting freedom.

And you too
Would make love in the dark
Scared of the dreams
You would
One day inflict on others.


An ever aspiring Renaissance-girl Catriona Patience is seeking ways to sidle up on truth, happiness and the other big ones by writing, photographing, singing, creating and messing. She doesn’t live in the country with a golden retriever, yet.

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