Dead Ella

Dead Ella I've forgotten everything that I thought I knew. Forgotten the people whose stories I blew out of my **** to make an impression on you and you and you. So the woman who said I’d shown her kindness and thought me some earth mother goddess I carelessly left behind the texture of her story that I pried out of her with cups of tea, gazing out at our bit of sea. I only remembered that her dead baby was called Ella and her Thai boyfriend had run off because it wasn’t love it was a beach party.