I wear a thin sweater
over my patience
forgetting that I’ve
waited a lifetime
for that elusive soul mate
My horoscope said –
today will bring you someone tall, dark and complicated
I’m pretty sure they meant something
Like the Ikea flatpack wardrobe
I’d had delivered that day
In desperation
I asked God to intervene
Why don’t you try those dating apps? he said
Now he won’t return any of my calls
Ghosted by God
What if love was nothing more than
a really bad conspiracy theory?
Love is fleeting
Science=pheromones
Put that in your pipe
and smoke it
David Icke
Lisa Mary Armstrong is a Scottish poet and tea jenny. She tutors law and researches women and children’s experiences of the criminal justice system. In what’s left of her spare time she likes writing poetry and fiction and plays the piano badly.