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"redwrapped" poems
A redwrapped foil held biteful chocolate heart stashed in a yellow envelope with handwriting that could be yours on the outside. For me. It held more than -- It held clean kitchen counters with crumbs swept daintily under appliances. Gritty granules of yesterday hastily moved to make more time. Of clean floors, wooden, - for the bare feet - and shoes, helterskelter - I did always intend to leave them tidy, but shoes have lives of their own it seems. - Never leave slippers in a cupboard, you don't know what they might do unattended -- I said. Of wet sleeves and damp tea towels skinned over cupboard doors with that scrubbed-clean thoroughly-made-pink-from-the-evening scent. washwet clothes dripping but crisp new towels hanging hot winter-fresh bedding clothes always tangled on the floor - for who has time to sort out socks when the body missing for months has finally come and bags are down toes out and hot water soap and hands together wet hair clean ready for cool shifting pillows and arms of dry towels - before sun cuts skin and breakfast shouts in the morning.
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Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
alice-trew
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A redwrapped foil held biteful chocolate heart stashed in a yellow envelope with handwriting that could be yours on the outside. For me. It held more than -- It held clean kitchen counters with crumbs swept daintily under appliances. Gritty granules of yesterday hastily moved to make more time. Of clean floors, wooden, - for the bare feet - and shoes, helterskelter - I did always intend to leave them tidy, but shoes have lives of their own it seems. - Never leave slippers in a cupboard, you don't know what they might do unattended -- I said. Of wet sleeves and damp tea towels skinned over cupboard doors with that scrubbed-clean thoroughly-made-pink-from-the-evening scent. washwet clothes dripping but crisp new towels hanging hot winter-fresh bedding clothes always tangled on the floor - for who has time to sort out socks when the body missing for months has finally come and bags are down toes out and hot water soap and hands together wet hair clean ready for cool shifting pillows and arms of dry towels - before sun cuts skin and breakfast shouts in the morning.
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