‘Am I still Eleven today?’
Portsmouth 18th March
Today I Wake 4:23 am with a start
Today breakfast was 2 pieces of toast and large cup of tea
Today is the almost the same taste as yesterdays
Today it rained as I walked past the bridge building site
Today at the passing of fingers my school past recedes to a mere shadow puppet play
Today I hand an envelope, white containing 13 stapled pages on floor 7
Today there are two of my ‘stone’ drawings hanging on public display admired
Today I stand and talk against extracted noise revealing half held secrets to a full house
Today I talk to 17 people joining fragments of conversation later in the bath
Today I drink tea before I sleep seated at the dining room table 12:13am
Today I finally felt happy
its
not
the same
as yesterday
