Girl’s Just Want to Have Fun
She’s So Unusual
Part B
My aunt is falling out of the sky for the second time, her spindly bald head waiting to be pecked apart by all of us, as she vomits her own suffering. She is shrinking into the corner, using the kitchen fridge and the shelves full of food we will eat on the holiday she is not coming on. She is looking up at us sitting on the kitchen counter. As we meet her gaze, she puts one foot, and then the other, into the lowest freezer door. Her torso follows, her back cambers. She is squashed like a bruised aubergine. She squints backwards, draws her chin to her chest, and pulls the draw shut.
29 November 2019
The Hurst, Shropshire
