Cleansed
She says don’t look in the bedside cupboard, so I look. There’s a Bible, a spare pillow, and a small pile of toenail clippings. She says we’re only staying a week, so stop being such a wuss. So what if the bed’s lumpy, if the couple in the next room have been fucking for the past hour. I get it. Her dad’s big in oil. They own a Caribbean island. She flies to Milan every Tuesday for coffee. A week here, she says, and she’s cleansed. She looks at her watch, her suitcase, me. It’s all just stuff, she says.
Photo Credit: Will Keightley
Harsh and evocative, very good.