Dear David, I’m just as afraid of having a child as
and no one has any useful advice.
I’m always early.
I’m one of those people
forever saying things that make other people
look at their phones.
Yesterday I went to a hospital
where they named the wards
after Australian animals, but
kookaburras and dingoes aren’t useful either.
I think five hours in a gate lounge
is plenty long enough
deciding to raze your life to the ground.
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.