September 9th, 2002

Photo - leaves

inspired by random memory of this afternoon...

the typewriter stirred up ten years of dust as my fingers tapped away, and, scrubbing at it with an old, grubby toothbrush, i uncovered a hair. white, two inches long, tapered at one end, and pulled out root and all. something i hadn't seen for at least 11 months.

after the death, we cleaned; we hoovered the carpets, dusted all the surfaces thoroughly, and washed the bedclothes interwoven with littlewhitehairs, in an attempt to move on. and for two days after i heard him calling me from places where he wasn't, went to fill a bowl with food and wondered four hours later why it was still full...

but some spaces you can't purge. it's been a year since. how fitting that i find that particular relic this afternoon...