Archive for February, 2008
Felt heart
A beautiful thing said to me: You wear your heart on your long sleeves. Paraphrased. I’ve been walked around the house with an
imaginary roughly-stitched felt heart shaped space
bumping gently into my arm when I move. It sounds like ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump. Only I can hear it. It is kind of reassuring. Like someone else’s heart [...]
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My predicament
is
that
Ican’tstopimaginingtheworldnaked.
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Dadada
A screaming child on the bus. Dadadadadadadada! He shrieks at his brother. They sit behind me. Dadada! Over and over and over. Flattening out the wrinkles in my jeans, I wonder whether to turn round and glare or not. Dadadadadada! Shriek. I turn round. A stern man in a leather jacket with a hamster bedding [...]
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In between things
I’m picking my way through snippets of someone else’s life, left between pages of books, old books, read books passed down and swapped and bought for pennies at an old charity shop at the bottom of a street and given to me today in a heavy Waterstones bag, ripping at the seams.
In between chai lattes [...]
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Lollipop sticks
My suitcase is packed. I am going away. Hoping time behaves consistently, that these next six days crawl by as slowly as the last five weeks have.
Picking bent white lollipop sticks from the wheels of desk chairs before I go. I am not sure how they got there. I don’t eat lollipops.
J and E, parcels [...]
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The geography teacher
The Girl With The Priestly Admirer tells me over a coffee about her newly acquired admirer, forbidden admirer number two. She is collecting them. The Priest. The Geography Teacher. Catholic, corrupt. I see him around, sometimes, tall and dark with eyebrows I think he must keep in a box on his bedside table and glue [...]
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Life’s a hoot
Ventolin, Judith gasped this morning at 3am with wide wild panda eyes, black kohl smudged with salt tears into lashes and white pillow. Like Lady Macbeth she wrung her hands, drying dishes without a tea towel. Several times she stopped breathing. Those slaps across the face, I would quite like to give them to her [...]
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Best shag
I’m wondering whether the ‘best shag in town‘ sign pinned to the tree at the bottom of my street really does refer to a carpet as the picture suggests.
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Round Here
There is merit in being awake before the rest of the world. Too light too early. My head under the duvet, and yet even when I close my eyes, the world is not dark enough for me to sleep again. The wind whips the tree at my window into a whistling frenzy. If I keep [...]
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Endlessness
What does endlessly mean? Is it rash to promise endlessness? I would not mind the over-priced taxi home with you, if you paid.
(And always?)
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