Love, I caught it from you this morning, you were
humming it. We filled our day hot-desking between
Hot wheels and Minecraft. Trojan horse packages
and the cabling man welcome as a pack of anthrax
Hushed up to watch the press conference, futures curdling
their planted question – watch it sprout tomorrow
Late to bed, days not tabled yet, still reeling from it
creaming our red hands, gratefully together
The song you caught from your friend planted in my head.
We sang it broken and out of time, just fine.
