I was to borrow everything. This come back kid was home and raring to get out there but my ‘form’ just needed a little tweaking. I hadn’t worn clothes of that kind for so long that I stared at ‘things’ trying to reorganise or was it reorientate my eyes, my hands around buttons, zips, things that sealed the shape, protected modesty. Then there were the colours. If I hadn’t been desperate then maybe I wouldn’t have dared to return.But I wanted to stay, I wanted to speak and feel the saliva again. So I took two things, carefully, tenderly off the shelves and laid them innocently on the bed. Now was my new time. I would try again.
