civil status
let them make amendments
god what do i care
and if you do care then go
start your revolutions
while you’re at it pack
my bags for me i just can’t
i’m too hungover put
my things in boxes for me
cast your votes of no confidence
or chastity vows it’s all the same
to me i don’t care
go on change the name in the contract
a name is only worth the ink you
spend on it: one millilitre
a piece of paper doesn’t change much
a life a house
comings and goings
the more you try to
erase my traces
the more you confirm
that i exist
you can argue by yourself for
the dishes the undeclared
taxes no one will heckle me anyway
when i leave through the front
door a hand behind me
the other smoking
i am only
impressed with this one thing:
it all finds a way life goes on
with or without a coup
with or without september seven
soon enough we will become used to it
now knowing if life does go on
without you that i
don’t know
but i won’t protest
i will get some sleep