Poem inspired by Normal People by Sally Rooney
What are you thinking about? She researches the ideological backgrounds of the journalists who have heated debates about books they had not read. Hypocritically disgusted by the drunkenness of everyone around him- the beer is cold but the glass is room temperature. The last corner of the label peels off folded between his fingers; feeling anxious. I do sometimes think God made you for me; there are worse things... A crest of white spills over the lip of the bottle and then disappears like air. Why didn't I marry you? There is no secret eagerness to be discovered- no one can be independent of other people completely.