Pippa, I'm Disintegrating

Pippa, I’m disintegrating

you say to me,

I’m not the way I used to be,

Not slightly.

And all I can see is people

who flash their life,

Whilst I can barely walk here, melting under

the molten yolk of the summer light.

The slathers of your cheeks shiver as you speak,

And you find it hard to get the words out,

It’s a squeak,

And all the seagulls you spend your time

shouting at,

I wish I didn’t bother getting worried,

I’m bad at that.

You call me and you call me all the time,

Whilst you forget I’m sitting upstairs on the telephone line,

But I don’t mind that the beads of your memory

have disintegrated completely,

Just being here with you is a lovely eternity.

by Pippa Hill