So this is me on the phone, being so inane that it feels
like life is falling through my fingers.
And you, all warm and shiny in the folds of a new love,
being friendly and wishing me luck with the rest of my life.
And this is me – the one who thought she was emotionally invincible,
the one who turned the looters of her life into charities,
turned the robberies into donations –
This is me realising that being afraid of owning something
is not quite the same as having nothing left to lose.