Lasagne

13.08.2025 - Poppy Bell

Washing up yesterday’s dinner plate that didn’t really need to soak that long

Meal for one for the price of two

I’m not allowed to be sad about my loneliness because I chose to leave you

I can go days without opening my mouth

Something I’ve always been able to do

But at the age of 27 I should think about changing these habits

The grass is dead but I’ll still touch it

Slightly more exciting than my grey carpet

I don’t know how to keep my friends or make new ones or drive or make lasagne

I can’t make conversation or sing or talk without a lisp

I’m just a body rotting full of oat milk and crisps and I wonder if I disappeared how long it would take you to notice

My lungs and eyes and knees don’t work so I can’t run away from here

Leaving the only person that’s ever wanted me has turned out to be a shitty idea