things which bother you

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You left without declarations or promises
And that irritated me
So I sat in my room thinking
Of things
Which irritate me:

Like smoking cigarettes in summer
When it’s too warm and too bright to see your exhalations
And you feel cheated
Giving up seven minutes of your life
When you can’t watch the smoke rings

Like ash stains on the skirt
You intended to wear
To pick two pence coins from the ground
To pretend you have an ass worth writing about

Like permanent marker scrawled inanities on your arm
When you’ve been drunk for a week
And too hungover to wash

These are things which bother you
When all the mornings start after lunch
Too late to brush your teeth
And end with empty bottles and full ashtrays

But tonight I’m thinking of much more important things
Like sandwiches with avocadoes
And sunshine on puke-stained streets
When cigarette butts cower in the gutters
Like sunshine in February
When summer is coming