Wheelbarrow mouth — when the shop is shut

I am writing this because the hall keeps a shorter version of wheelbarrow mouth — when the shop is shu than the one I lived through. If you only heard it at the table after bread, you might think nothing happened. Something did.

I counted because Lena counts. I tied back because Joost ties. I turned the bulb off because Anouk should not have to say it a fifth time in one month.

Same thread next month if needed. Until then: boots, paper, mail, Friday.

Counted twice because I do not trust my own memory after bread.

Train was late. Bus was not. I still made Friday. Thin and true beats a calendar of maybes.

That is all I have.

Counted twice because I do not trust my own memory after bread.

The orchard is wet. The barrow is where Lena said. I did not improve either situation.

That is all I have.

Counted twice because I do not trust my own memory after bread.

My boots are on the step. Green pair. If they are in your way, move them one metre, not into the long room.

That is all I have.

I tied it back. Same cleat I found.

My boots are on the step. Green pair. If they are in your way, move them one metre, not into the long room.

That is all I have.