”Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”
Oh, you don’t need to remind me of that, Father. I never forget it. And I’ve tried so hard to. I’d be a better, healthier, happier person if only I could forget that everything is dust.
None of my psychiatrists
have ever heard of St Dymphna,
and that annoys me
far more than it ought to.
(Sometimes I wear her around my neck on a silver string
but it seems she’s still not close enough to hear me clearly,
I’m giving up illegal drugs for Lent.
“Remember that cocaine is dust, and to cocaine you shall return, but not until Easter.”
I am difficult but I am loved
& I shall buy my own fucking flowers,