The Cleaner next door

This is a Knit this is a Purl

Said the cleaner next door

This is my life

I Knit and I Purl

I Purl and I Knit

This is the wool

And this is the thread 

My life is like this

I guess she’s got a new life, and that’s ok

To Mum, with Love

My mother went on a sunny winter day. Someone from the up-up-up-upstairs made a hole in the roof and pulled her from bed with a rope. She remained still until she reached the sky. She never looked downwards, to her precious pillows, the boudoir chair that was a wedding gift, our bowed heads, or the sad walls keeping us all.

Dear beloved, you’re dead to me

La Belle Rosine, Antoine Wiertz

Please, understand that I do not wish death upon you: not at all, and by any means.

I say, “You’re dead to me” in a matter of fact rather than grotesque way: for you and I are living into two different planes of existence that won’t meet or interfere with one another. Ever. Again.

Have you ever met a Perfect Boyfriend?

People insist on finding the “one”, but this is incorrect. In fact, during our life we meet several “ones”: there’s the one with OCD, the one with sticky fingers, the one who thinks to be a super hero and the one who can actually make himself invisible. And so on and so forth. Then, there is Perfect Boyfriend. He is one of a kind. At least, we shall hope so.

Here is my story published on P.S. I love you. Happy boyfriend hunting!