Monday, 9 July 2012

Home for the Holidays

Pack and move out ready to start again.

Travelling forward -

                             moving forward -

                                                         running forward -

always forward.

Until it's time to come home for the holidays.


Unpacked clothes don't fit quite right,

an
    ill-
         fitting
         dress

and un com for ta ble shoes.


Pull open dusty doors causing the rattle of

stray coat hangers

and your mothers

musky vintage dress

peeled away and discarded like a snake shedding its skin,

more old clothes lay bundled in the washing basket,

parts of me I no longer wish to wear,

parts of me

                 I hope to forget.

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