my big ol’ day of self-pity
(wanker)
by Ewen Glass
a whole 18 hours
in which to wallow
sleep/hate myself
sleep/hate myself
stagger up and out
when family returns
maybe drink alcohol
maybe write something
(wanker)
self-pity sometimes
feels almost perfect
until I remember it
ends with an
a u d
i e n
c e
or it ends alone
at this point I realise
my commitment to it
is finite and I go home
check on my kid
and quietly slide into
bed next to a partner who
rightly rolls her eyes
(wanker)
Ewen Glass (he/him) is a screenwriter and poet from Northern Ireland who lives with two dogs, a tortoise and a body of self-doubt; his poetry has appeared in the likes of Okay Donkey, Maudlin House, HAD, Poetry Scotland and One Art. Bluesky/IG: @ewenglass
