The Box Room Flashcards
‘This room was always his-
When he comes home it’s here for him. Unless of course,’ she said, ‘He brings a Friend.’
All night for a night or two.
Once or twice before he’s slept there. It’ll be fine I’m sure
My weekend case
(Lightweight, glossy, made of synthetic miracle) and I are left alone in her pathetic shrine to your lost boyhood
I laughed it off in self defence.
Who have came for a weekend to state my permanence
Peace to unpack-but I found none
In this spare room which once contained you. (Dun-coloured walls, one small window which used to frame your old horizons)
What can I blame for my unrest, insomnia?
Persistent fear elbows me, embedded deeply here in an outgrown bed
Your bookshelves are crowded with previous prizes,
A selection of plots grown thin. Your egg collection shatters me
You never wrecked a nest, you said)
Invited guests among abandoned objects, my position is precarious, closeted so…
I shiver
Deposits the electric blanket
First the welcoming.
Smiles all round. A space for handshakes. Then she put me in my place-(oh with concern for my comfort)