a death in the family. one that came so fast and then so slow. so slow that it wouldn’t come, couldn’t come, never came. it just went. just like that.
a viewing, a eulogy forced out, that couldn’t come out, hauled out like a barb. (a bee’s not a wasp’s). a bearing of a paul, a narrow aisle. a guarding of honour, a hymn heard at the hanging of washing, a hymn sung. sweets eaten, taken home and left behind.
then down time. crisis, resolution. then work. saving money, coins and notes.
paul celan, the eyeless godmonster, drinking him at morning, drinking him at midday, in the evening.
a new café.
a haircut (do i really look like sinead o’connor?).
it really is a different world out here isn’t it? of course they’re all different, but here is different to my different.
plaster funhouse! the anticipation of sport.
- still no internet though edging closer, fridge broken again -
