the debt is on the land

the girl working the bar lost a child
only last week
i am learning how to pour a pint
and make a sex on the beach

i want to change my medication
i want to change my clothes
i want to move away from

my dad has had ankle surgery
only last week
i found his partner’s diary
and took photos of the spite inside

i am ignoring my tinder dates
i am ignoring my washing
i am ignoring the voices

we are all of us blameless
it is the blood thirsty land
who wants back what she gave
with accumulated interest

who keeps our generational curse