spectre
I startled awake
didn’t recognise the room
where was I?
waiting for my memory
to wake up
and tell me
I felt a pressing need
to remember
to not lose the plot
four five years
travelling
touring
doing shows
having adventures
and I’d come unstuck
and rattled loose
a spectre
searching
for home
it seemed terribly important
that my life story
should not end
in this vague blank
that I should not
linger
in that nameless place
as an extra
a walk-on
I didn’t have a script
here was a deep fear
it has always seemed
that the folks around me
had lives
and backstories
even names and stuff
to be actual people
that their lives
really were
well
real
HC: 2020