Republic of My Legs
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Sunday. Republic Day.
Tea at five. Four biscuits.
My knees have seceded.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Sunday. Republic Day.
Tea at five. Four biscuits.
My knees have seceded.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.