They live their lives without curtains.
Every Tuesday night you hide in the bushes, down by the sand, and watch them in their underwear.
So many photos surround you in your apartment.
You wish that he would look at you and tell you kind things about your lips and feet.
When will he see you for who you really are?
Sliding around on the DVD cases, hoping that I will catch your eye.
You don’t look at me, so I put olive oil on the soles of my feet.
I hit the coffee table and fly into your knee; now you see me.
The roast lamb is served, the potatoes are golden, and the vegetables steam a happiness which curls and weaves a path to the chandelier of crystal so bright.
What a delightful sight amongst the candles on this moonless night.
I think of your body and the way you used to say, “let’s die with all the money!“, or how you took my body in your hands and tried to squeeze out all of my light.
Scraping my fork and knife on the dinner plate sends shivers down my spine.
I’m reminded of that time you squealed like a piglet when I stuck a knife in your heart.
The table is set
The chairs are in place
You are the main course
We take turns spreading butter upon you
Our carnivorous canvas
plank is to be free from the constraints of society and do something peculiar – something no one really understands, but certain people like to do.
be with you is something different and new.
plank for you sets my heart on fire and my ears buzz.
plank on the chocolate biscuits of your love is so sweet, as we contort and crumble all over the floor.
Your passion for extremes has always given me a sense of excitement and this new found energy. I got caught up in your adventurous nature, that dark curly hair, and those sparkly eyes.
I never understood: why your ironing basket was always empty, why you had those strange contraptions hooked on to your ironing board, and why you always took so much care of that ironing board.
I began to question our love, for you would sneak away and then return unkempt and exhausted. What were you doing? Had you found someone else to touch and tingle?
Then, one day out of the blue, you took me into your world and showed me your soul. You showed me: how much you love to go on adventures, how to conduct extreme ironing in exotic locations, why adventures with two is better than adventures with one, and why power points never seem close when you are so far away.
We continue to embrace your ironing board until this day –
There are photographs on our walls of that ironing board, you and me.
Since they were young, Claire and Ann loved to hang out together. Whether they were wagging physical education, using liquid paper to deface their school desks, plotting someone’s demise, or simply being fatalistically cool, these two were inseparable.
They lost touch until they were in the thirties. Instantly recognising the other, these friends decided to make an afternoon of their long overdue reunion.
Ann loves nature, so they decided to go back to her place while the gents were out.
Claire forgot what a hills hoist looked like. It had been so long since she had seen the clothes line of her childhood. It reminded her of simpler times and the feeling of freedom.
They began to roll around together under the hills hoist. There was much chatter, chirping, and burping from these two as they re-acquaint one with the other.
They giggled as they once did as school girls, despite leaving all of that behind long ago.
Under the hills hoist they watch it spin and spin as they hallucinate about unicorns, dragons, and more. Colours fill their minds and the world seems to feel so right.
Under the hills hoist, they make merry for they sampled magic mushrooms.