poem
easy roommate
that winter she mainly looked at rooms
the thumbnail pictures
of beds still in their plastic wrappings
gleaming kitchens
granite veneer uncluttered
she read descriptions of gardens
and single quiet dogs
winced at misspellings in descriptions
free of grammar
and although she could not remember
showing interest
in Docklands, Leytonstone or Willsden Green
futures in these places
beckoned with their adjectives, proximity to Tesco
and several all night buses
why live with strangers
she remembers kitchens
she has known
the greasy cupboards
the tupperware lunch box that melted on the stove
Elaine Booth
Mon 1st Nov 2010 18:17
The sense of the familiar is very strong for me with this poem. Very succinct - unquestionably, lived experience shines through. I appreciate the contrast between what is promised and the memories of the reality.