........My bedroom is a spare room.
........The bathroom is less cluttered.
People rarely trip over the shoes left on the
living-room floor.

My boyfriend is single.
I wonder if he's happy.
He's never been in love
nor had a poem written about him.
........But he's free-
........-empty-handed at an airport
........-to sleep uninterrupted
........-from shared suffering.

I've never met my friends.
Sometimes we all feel
........as if we're banging our heads
........against the walls.
Which is why we would get on so well.
........But luckily
it hasn't occurred to them
to actually do it
so their heads don't hurt.

My parents have two sons.
In the papers they read about the thing
........kids go through these days
exams, anorexia, peer pressure
........But they've put all that behind them now.

My teachers mostly find
that their students hand in the work on time.

The streets are quiet.

The red wet eyes ache.
The mirror is blank.

No one is writing this poem.