Desperate Housewife
You tell me— university isn’t that important
I’ll see—I just need to give it a rest
My mum is fixing our relationship and I’m accordion-folding sheet music, I’m aware of the absence of you
“Just like in art school! you’ll be good at this.”
I smile,
Well, I did my first year in architecture.
That’s my answer to everything
“That’s funny, my sister did prop design in Wimbledon. I never knew a degree like that existed.”
No one takes prop design seriously I take a mental note
Months later my flatmate is dropping out of prop design.
Her Italian boyfriend has a place for them.
A man who wears skinny jeans in 2026 and seems blissfully unaware of his emerging balding pattern.
Come visit me—hopefully you’ll have a boyfriend by then. I smile,
Yeah, I think I’m just focusing on being single for now.
I fold the hymn sheet again.
With each fold I maintain perfection.
I’m conscious to sit straight.
I worry if you’ll still find me sweet,
this church event is so going on my Instagram story.