Overheard, Seppuku on the Costa del Sol
An absence of doubt feels like a collective noun
like language is playing dirty.
Did it hurt… when you fell from heaven?
Coz you really smashed your face up.
Empathy is totally my superpower, and
also flying heh heh heh.
A man reads Mishima at another table,
rabas to start.
I broke quietly and over time.
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/X/IG: @ewenglass https://www.ewenglass.com