I didn’t realise I’d become so unattractive.
Full of patched holes, brown-skinned and riddled with mould.
Deflated and limp, worn smooth to an unsightly shine.
I saw it as I peered through my unzipped gym-bag.
The dreaded monitor, with its glare and flicker.
Displaying the checkout section of Amazon.
Its skin was thick and bleach-white.
It had perfect lettering printed with vibrant ink.
It’s whole body was sticky and porous,
Fat with air, bold and new.
When I’m gone, I hope I’ll be remembered fondly.
So recently I remember all the smiling and tense faces.
The grip of calloused hands carrying me through mud and dust and grit.
And the soft grass under the rare English sun.