Dead Ella
Dead Ella
I've forgotten everything that I thought I knew.
Forgotten the people whose stories
I blew
out of my arse to make an impression
on you
and you
and you.
So the woman who said I’d shown her kindness
and thought me some earth mother goddess
I carelessly left behind the texture of her story
that I pried out of her with
cups of tea, gazing out at our bit of sea.
I only remembered that her dead baby was called Ella
and her Thai boyfriend had run off
because it wasn’t love
it was a beach party.
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