Today I got on Skype
with my old housemate
We went through my Boxes
in his storeroom
He touched every possession
I gave him permission to
bag, pack, chuck, give away
my stuff
I trusted him completely
After about an hour I was so chuffed at how
unembarassing and unawkward
this process was
It was fun and cathartic
Memories came back
Knots were loosened and undone
I let go of so much memorabilia
I didn’t need
And then he found a tube
of Anusol cream
At which point I was overcome by
Shame
Horror
and Mortification
This man just went through
my diaries, words, books, pantyhose
But I can’t handle
the uncovering of haemoroid cream
and hysterically tell him to throw it away
while he laughs at me and asks,
“Have you got piles babe?”
I didn’t answer
The evidence was there
The task was completed
The friendship went to the next level
Things all seem in their place now