my whole life evaporating

(and then) I realised that i was slowly disappearing, my whole life evaporating

(it felt) round, but also triangular, perfectly juicy.

(he/we?) used to sleep among the ferments on that boat,

(atleast) in order to keep that wretched thing alive.

(still) why don’t you just piss off and QUIT PLAYING DEAD

The noise remains unseen as clouds of dust.

Where are the leaves?

It must be dead

No more weeping.

Every trip to the supermarket is filled with a sense of danger

Good to become more connected to nature I suppose.

English seasons roll out of bed

And, what of the Scottish seasons?

The babies hide in the cauliflowers to try to sleep,

WHERE CAN I GO TO DISAPPEAR?