Mouse -

the hills are on fire.
Yesterday I drove up
amongst the horror and
watched an entire house
burn to the ground.

Home is hot; the wind is
nasty, there’s been no rain.
Other than that, everything
is same shit different day,
you know how it is.

We’ve booked a holiday,
have you? I know things
are tight. Sometimes I feel like
a bit of a failure because I
can’t pay off your student loan.

And I’m sitting under the
alien hat at the hairdresser,
my blonde going blonder
and all I wanted was to reach
out across the phone line

and sit up on the hill in
the paddock in the wind and
feel close you while everything
before us burned to the ground
that our legs grew up from.