When I was about eighteen
lots of people starting talking
about a book they had read.
‘It’s totally about you, Stella!’
They would say.
And I would be like
What? A total fuck up
like I am?
I can’t remember
where I got my first copy
or where I read it
or what I was doing at the time.
But I have read it so often
since then
that I know it all
off by heart.
Words and phrases
from the book
remain in my vocabulary
‘happiness is … the pursuit
of attainable goals.’
‘I am going to cancel
and spend the evening
eating doughnuts
in a cardigan
with egg on it.’
‘Humph.’
Sentences structured without all words.
One of my favourite reviews
of my own novel,
said it was like ‘a younger version
of Bridget Jones.’
Which was
v. good.
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