Inspired by a sentence borrowed from Tim Winton’s ‘Cloudstreet’:’Clean and new, that’s what I want.’ (p.330, 1991)
Old and scratched,
worn out and worn by others,
by the ghosts of people who once were,
and still are,
of the people who still live on in bits of me.
And I make my own scratches, my own mug-ring stains, and my own dents on the bits of this existence kind enough to host me,
even if just for a short while, before the shredding, the recycling and the reassembling of the bits and bits and bits of all of us
that have been, that are and will be again.
Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020