if its not too much to ask I’d like to I just want to say there’s
something
cooking. I just want to get clean.
Mum scrubs my fingernails. There’s no use complaining. She shows me lots of things. How to roll the pastry outwards. How to find the right –
people always blathering about. No gumption. Not an ounce between them.
Move this, go here, don’t open that door.
The kind of people who make gravy from a packet, and don’t strain it properly.
They don’t even ask my advice.
Close your eyes and they think you’re asleep and they leave you be.
Too many voices.
She said lipstick is for them who want to advertise. The light of God needs no assistance.
But these buttons are coming loose and I haven’t got a needle. The devil is in the details. The devil is in
these buttons. Coming loose.
Some of these people in here, they’ve got nothing going on up top. These women. If I had a pin I know where I know what
I want