What if there are people so sensitive
that toughing a life out
ain’t no option at all?
And what if I’ve done this, and what
if … I am?
And what if I was, and what if
I lost you because I sensitive-saw you
before you even did yourself?
And then here’s another thought, unsought –
but welcome all the same:
what if you saw the real me inside me before
I ever realised myself
it was here?
And so if I can see different and recapitulate
my state, why can’t you walk the same
journey to glory and fame?
I love you, dear Claire: for whatever you’ve done.
I love you, dear Claire:
for your B