37 Red Recollections
Walking around Michael’s house after my first night as a guest, I touch the objects he sees and uses every day (the blender, the kettle, the radiator, the taps), and I feel I am returning to life with each sensation. I can use these things. Maybe I can even live how I did before all of this.
You believe me, don’t you, Mum?
When we lived together, we owned all these things too. Touching them, I remember their sounds, their texture against my skin. I also remember you; standing in the kitchen in the early morning, waiting for the kettle to boil for your tea, smiling and tapping your spoon against the side.
I wish you were here now, the kettle’s boiled…
I am still busy thinking of you when Michael calls me into the living room. I am forced to leave you before the ke
