Monday, March 17, 2014

The Secretary


Ocean views

you said to me

I saw you stretch through the glass panes like a tortured languid cat.



sigh

breath

smash out the vinyassas

you look around, confused,

as I have seen you do many times before.

That day you came in, it was a Tuesday

you were cracking up

I could smell the aftertaste of vodka.

You cried. Like something trapped. 

I made you a cup of tea

Kathryn. I'm not doing so well


My mum is a million miles away.


I need to ask for some time off


to go away.


Away. To a hospital for a while.

I see you rip at long mahogany hair, strung out, holding on.

I shut the door


Its all good.


People sometimes need a break


take a break

I said as though talking to one of my kids.

You clutched the side of you chair

and a stuffed monkey

like some sort of friend.

You touch his head.

Monkey brains you say with heart broken affection.

We would miss you

but it happened that day

and you were gone.

A different person came back.

She was not struggling to be alive

and saw things through a sharper glass

and realised that maybe

just maybe

all of this was not for her.