Laundry
She’s
in the kitchen. I can hear the batter
‘Well, as a matter....’
She interrupts the fat
spitting, sipping coffee
‘ For God’s sake !’
She makes a second
pancake
‘The laundry can wait’
She says, squirting
more syrup on her plate
I look at the bag of
dirty bed linen
Soiled with sin and
Tesco’s tinned sardines
It happens once a week,
every week, as I speak
‘You’re getting fat,
and that’s that !’
Waiting for her to finish breakfast: 3rd
December 2011 Philippines
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