F.C. GUNDLACH

ANONYMOUS

Looking over your shoulder

Looking over your shoulder you

attack the duvet, prepare the cat's 

bed and search through the draws

containing a mess of our 

old photographs that we joked

would one day be worth something

Fragments of whatever

lost pop songs I've forgotten 

gather behind heavy eyelids

Then that stark, get over here stance

and your naked, less than perfect knees

mean I don't sleep tonight.