Almost Old
Tragicomic reflections on ageing and motherhood
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Under doors
Night is like liquid - as is day -
One notices more at night.
At night I want to keep light in,
A small courtesy to the neighbours
It wants to seep me out
Between louvres
Under doors
Across floors
The day seeps too
We just don't notice it as much
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