Your idea of romance requires a corset and a time machine.
Cath CrowleyWe didn’t have a date. A date ends in a
kiss, not blood and broken cartilage.
Stichwörter: humor
Did you forget to evolve?
Cath CrowleyStichwörter: humor
He looks so stupid that it cancels out my
stupid so I give in and ride and he runs
and gets on the bike after only two tries.
Do you ever hear from your
dad?’ I ask.
‘Uh-uh. Mum said they had the biggest
fight before he left. She was sixteen and telling him about me and he left a dad shaped hole in the wall.
Ed? Are you alive?’
‘Yes..and that’s genuinely surprising
since your bike went over me about
halfway down. You’re a very dangerous
girl to date.’
'We’re not on a date.
Stichwörter: humor
I didn’t tell her what I’d done; I told her he wasn’t who I thought he’d be. Mum stroked my hair and said, "Sometimes they aren’t. Sometimes they make you vomit.
Cath CrowleyThe End of Her
She’s sitting on the hill
Hoping for a day
When her dreams don’t hit the road
She’s throwing rocks and yelling
At the sky and at the weather
She’s yelling at forever
That’s been breathing on her neck
She can’t start with him again
He’s got the end of her
He can’t give her ocean
And he can’t give her her
He’s staring where she sat
It’s the plastic that reminds him
Of something that they had
He says, “I’d give up sex forever
If she’d say we’re back together”
But he’s making promises he knows
It’d kill them both to keep
She can’t start with him again
He’s got the end of her
He can’t give her ocean
And he can’t give her her
A graffiti moon cut by the shadow of power lines. A prisoner moon, Leo wrote.
Cath CrowleyTonight’s going to be one of those things that seem to last forever.
Cath CrowleyStichwörter: night
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