I’d probably always be happier in a world where a phone was 2 washed out tin cans
Connected with a string
And I’d be the one to make it ring.
In a world where toys whose blood and bones
Were made out of foam
Had fabricated issues, which outdid my own.
Little Bear and Big Ted are trapped in a loveless marriage
And the paternity
Of their children remains unknown.
Leads to depression
And she teeters on the edge of the sink in the downstairs loo
Wondering what its all for
As her too long plastic legs hit the floor.
I always had a good imagination.
Without ever having to imagine what actually would happen.
This was a world where I envied nothing
But the carefully crafted tippex band names
Emblazoned on the upper schools rucksacks.
Where my brother’s ears would blush crimson
When I waited for him at the bus stop.
Where the mad rush for the red handled scissors at school
Left the green and yellow left handed ones superfluous in the tray.
When I still cared about staying up late
And got excited when I could watch TV on a Saturday.
Later Intermittent adolescent behaviour
Incandescent with premature experience
And instilled with the notion that yes life was unfair
But I never moaned.
Cecilia Knapp February 2012