anonymous
this house is unsteady. my room slants downwards - i know this because the three identical cupboards that lay on one side of the room don’t all reach from floor to ceiling comfortably. the door in the lounge room shuts of it’s own accord. the floor travels lower as you walk from one side to fro. the streets too, are rickety, unpromising, commitaphobes.
‘normalacy’ is airily slanting another way now too. the inertia of this is reminds me like a jolt in the stomach that my blood and bone bag is all i should travel with. i shouldn’t’ve checked in comfortable expectation and gluttonous assumption, i’m shedding them like skin now.
the sun is outside squealing brightness like a wee little piglet, and i wonder if the cracks on the ceiling will ever give in to this alice in wonderland and fall happily and heavily and peer pressure my heartbeats into ceaseness.
