B17
Public Record
Excerpt from novel: with Abandon

You and i rolled and toppled

over each other;
everything smelling
of each other's spit
kissing like gasping while
my fingers roamed
Your familiar landscape

how could You choose me,
freckled fool,
unless You’ve never known Your self
You love me, You say,
it’s easy, You say.
give up the joke

if anybody deserves love,
it isn’t me,
and out of everyone, certainly
not from You.

Frida Bilson