Dear David,

Dear David, I’m just as afraid of having a child as


and no one has any useful advice.


Dear David,


I’m always early.

I’m one of those people

forever saying things that make other people

look at their phones.


Dear David,


Yesterday I went to a hospital

where they named the wards

after Australian animals, but

kookaburras and dingoes aren’t useful either.


Dear David,


I think five hours in a gate lounge

is plenty long enough

to justify

deciding to raze your life to the ground.


Dear David,


Is it weird to ask

if you sleep better these days?


I keep your poem The way back on my desk

because I can’t sleep either.