Countless

[addy]

I like this piece a lot Jack. I think the poem really hits its stride in L4... something about the first couple of lines is still phrased in a way that strikes me as minutely unwieldy, though conceptually it works well. How about "...// today there is a cheer through my bathroom window//"? Just a very tiny nit. Thanks for the read

Twice in a fortnight my family's gathered to celebrate birthdays.
Today I heard a cheer through my bathroom window;
other families are having other celebrations,
and so the unimportance of a single life is proven to me.
We are all born, then loved or hated, then die,
from the cruellest monster to the frailest girl,
spinning like dancers through barbecues and tea parties,
a little older each time. Nothing is immortal or alone.