Now, most nights, I get around five hours sleep;
I’ll skip my tea and sleep on the train in usually.
Overtime is the norm, but I am excercising now.
My cuttings grow so fast this time of the year—
One of the Monsteras was once Natsha Khan’s,
But no-one seems to know her by her name.
All my dears, all my dears— is it too late for us?
Slow fucks, tight hugs and, deleted numbers—
Respective seasons, still the clearest reminders.