
Loss of Spouse
The Choosing
Air-tight room, Vacuum-sealed, Escape-proof. A few hours of light Before everything succumbs To obscure night, Back-to-back Darkness, Skirting-board to ceiling. I confirm again You’ve gone,
Air-tight room, Vacuum-sealed, Escape-proof. A few hours of light Before everything succumbs To obscure night, Back-to-back Darkness, Skirting-board to ceiling. I confirm again You’ve gone,
marker ribbons of unfinished books; pantry of half-filled cereal packets; freezer of sliced bread, each bleached face quite blank; marmalade jar, a few rinds still