You tap at the window. Scratch at the door.
You there?
I do not answer you. Don’t even lift my head. In the ladder-back chair, by the soft drip of the tap and the metal griddle with its inch of bacon fat, I hear you. This yellow kitchen still smells of you. Your apron with the greasy pocket, hanging from a screw. Your false teeth in the little glass, bobbing on the bubbles of denture tabs and vinegar, an aquarium creature trying to swim for safety.
I told you I was going. You laughed, as I knew you would. But look at me: your big brown boots are laced tight round my ankles; your keys are in my fist. Once we said nothing would come between us, but we didn’t know. There are walls and doors and windows I can’t open.
I watched you turn to ashes, but sometimes I’m the one who’s burning, and then I’m not sure which one of us lives here now.
I rise and flex my foot against your giant shoes. Work my toes into your gaps: you’ll give me blisters.
When I open the door, I’m trembling - that must mean that I’m alive. The night is dark and heavy. I push myself across the threshold and shut the door between us.
You there?
Do you call for me in my absence - or in yours?
I put my hands to where yours would be, still tapping from inside.
Your boots are cradles. Your laces roots, holding me fast to your ground. I unearth myself to walk away. Ahead, a voice.
You there?
I stop. “You coming?” Your keys in my pocket, I settle my feet into the places yours have worn.
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