I’m being taunted by Natasha Bedingfield
For my faults and failings
I’m no Pantene commercial
I’m Emma Stone in Easy A
But there’s no sunshine in my pockets
Only my iPhone on ‘Do Not Disturb’
Keeping the distractions low
My right thumb sliding up instinctively
The interruptions are too appealing
My crush just interested enough
If I’m unemployed it’s by my own fingertips
No Older Notifications
No Byron, Shelley, or Keats
Instead Daniel and his car crash
Lynfield College in the ’90s
Hillsong worming its way in
I know I’ve got all these words
I’ve just got deadlines too
Another funding app sunk in the hundreds
December creeping up untethered
We’ve ditched pens for the notes app
Pulsing cursor for blank pages
Sorry Natasha, I’m full of my inhibitions
There’s no book to begin today
I’ll keep myself unwritten
