(diary) by Jenny Browne

someone somewhere is running a bath
the walls are thin but i like it
in fact i used to listen in on purpose
sometimes and now
i feel the pulse in your fingers as you
sleep beside me
it is nice to know that you are alive
crescent mouth hanging open
tired from the day’s work
fucking and doing nothing
on loop on loop on
it is nice
sometimes i feel like you are
everything and nothing
all at once
and i wish i could leave but
i can’t
i don’t know how you do it

Jenny Browne, 24, Creative Writing grad. In the process of travelling around Europe finding some nice things to look at and write about.