When I first returned home from the
hospital, I didn't really notice them. They were just a part of the
normal clutter of home. Not something that needed my attention. But
as the days moved on and I sunk back into my life – half the old
and half the new – I started seeing them everywhere, and it made me
uneasy. Eventually the snippets of tension they were creating, the
cracks they were prising open within my coping, meant they had to go.
I went around the house collecting
them, one by one, and putting them in a clear plastic bag. How did I
ever need so many? One on my desk, one on the coffee table, one in
the bathroom, one on the dresser, one by my bedside, one in my
handbag...
I put them away in the back of a
cupboard. It would be a good 18 months before I'd need one again.
the rain quickens
i should have known
there'd be tears
First published in Kokako 17 (September 2012)
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