Try to Forget | Not starving

Try Not To Forget

my radiator 

hissed and it

sputtered 

and it released

a garbled coppery 

smell

that reminded me

of my dead

grandad's garage.

so I never

turned on the heat

and learned

to live with 

the cold

___

Not starving

at first the

money runs out,

feeling starved

with no tricks to pull

in beatdown, empty

rooms.

I trudged into

the city

to be interviewed

for menial jobs.

all paid at

minimum wage

by dull men

in nice suits

with their 

hollow faces and

empty eyes

who would 

offer to me,

if I pleaded 

in kind,

to take away 

my days

in exchange

with the beauty

of not having

to starve

Leigh Doughty

Leigh Doughty is a writer and a language tutor from Lincoln, England. His previously published work can be found in the 'VNexpress', 'The Good Men Project', and the 'Subliminal Surgery'.