Porridge Explosion

She was so excited at the prospect of using milk for the first time in a long time, but the counter top attacked and porridge went everywhere like the lumpiest sick with chunks of stomach lining. It was a veritable explosion. Her hand got a little burnt. It was kind of funny. Lawrence Ferlinghetti is on Radio 4 but I know she's only pretending to listen. Exhaustion sags, Oxford Literary Terms proffers itself with legs wide open, there's a mug stained and a teaspoon stained, Cloudy Lemonade, food crusts on the keyboard, a multitude of spiders in the curtain folds which I imagine are there and they might just be you never know, pink eyes, a book on bullfighting, warmth. Goodnight,

Consette x