the sun shines
and I fear the grace
given to me has gone away
somewhere like a bird freed
to a better and happier place
people are fleeing, drowning, dying
fear is a relative thing
you must look at me and think
I don’t know what fear is
I fear I don’t
and that desensitises me
to you somehow
lost, cold, hungry
should I call the cops on you?
that’s only called for if you’re
taking what I don’t want to give you
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry we cannot be more generous.


Talitha Fraser