on movement
packing to move house again, i came across a notebook from a couple of house moves ago. this was dated 2 november 2004:
I said, ‘I have these little bruises all over my body from moving.’
She gave me a horrified look.
‘Moving house, moving offices. The corners of my new filing cabinet are the worst.’
‘Oh!’ She thought I’d meant moving my limbs, moving my body, ‘I thought you had some kind of condition.’
My body is bumped and scratched, scaly from stress, red from spring sun.
it’s nearly another spring. my life is in boxes, and my body is covered in little bruises.