Jonathan

This paving slab is I
these biscuits are I
the facing bricks against my spine are all I
a brutal afternoon in February is I
the thunder of the overground – I
you see this cup, inside it is I
the last 9 years on the street, every one is I
my last hostel and if there is a next one then it is also I
I,
I follows I
and yet I leaves no trace
I have a memory of a broken face
I
I
I
Jonathan am I .

27th February 2020