I love Sunday papers.
Even back when they were broadsheets,
tying yourself up in some kind
of terrible yoga position
trying to read them.
Delightful house-beautiful pages
that make you squirm with envy.
Pictures of fancy food, all laden with more
than a thousand calories.
And gardening tips,
which really piss me off!
I don't have a one as such
- just a small walled-in space filled
to the brim with pots and plants.
"The Mail" gave away a free DVD of My Left Foot,
starring Daniel Day Lewis and Brenda Fricker.
- A long way from collecting Green Shield stamps,
saving up for a toaster you didn't really want or need.
Childhood memory interlude of my mum
licking wads of the stamps and sticking
them on her face, saying she was a prize.
Rick started on home oxygen this weekend.
It's a scary time for all of us.
He feels trapped inside a wheel,
a hamster-like existence with nowhere to run to.
Shortness of breaths carrying long tubes,
lace curtains that flap inside an empty cavity.
I said to him:
"watch the film, remind yourself
of other's pain and difficulties."
Christy Brown painted and wrote
by using only his left foot,
such an accomplishment for anyone.
Rick heaved heavy sighs and nodded
- in slow motion agreement.
We both understood about turning corners.
And inevitable Mondays.
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