
my backpack sits slumped over
from where it was thrown –
coming in from going out –
gathering dust –
and when lockdown was announced
there the backpack remained –
the shoes piled around it,
like loose stones around a rock –
the contents of time suspended –
loose mints, and receipts –
a water bottle, and pens separated
from their lids –
pads and wipes –
lip balm –
a notebook –
and until i remembered
to throw it in the bin –
some days later into lockdown –
a half-eaten lunch –
i didn’t dare to peel back the foil it was wrapped in.
Kate ©
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