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Ciaran Lavery

A Confident Woman

 

A Confident Woman


I sit alone at your table
With a photo of your daddy
And a mug that says 'Mondays, if I'm able...'
And the joke's not lost on me
But I'm too old to be ironic
Some balding cry for mummy

Well, enough about my 'situ'
I am well aware that each and every problem has an issue
And I know you hate your boss now
So naturally I hate them too
That's what a partner ought to do

I never thought I'd say this
But re-everything between you and I
I'm really feeling hashtag blessed

Is there a pill I can take?

I quite like Murakami
But sometimes I want my heart to break
In just a singular reality
When did everyone get married?
Well, I guess I have all this free time to write

How's about some more dogs, baby?
I can't be this scared all my life

I want to be as feared
As a knock at the door
At an unsociable hour
Or a slow passing car
Or an unrehearsed speech
Or a letter of summons
Or a confident woman
A confident woman

Now I have left your table
That's not a metaphor for anything

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