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Sometimes I am flooded with anger. I have no outlet for it.

On writing

At night, as I try to sleep, I write chapters and chapters of fiction in my mind. I never have a pen.

Meatloaf

Yesterday, in a wave of nostalgia, I made meatloaf. Today, my fridge smells of meatloaf. My kitchen smells of meatloaf, my living room smells of meatloaf. I am living in a meatloaf.

Six/Nine

Tonight I was asked if Nine was my boyfriend. When I said yes, I was still asked to pass on a phone number....

Nothing changes

Just before I switch off the light, I notice a purple bruise nestled in the shadow of Nine's scapula. I kiss it better. Nine snores.

Magic five minutes

I open the fridge door expecting there to be a smorgasbord of treats. Instead I find only fresh raw vegetables. I close the door. Five minutes later, I open the fridge door again....

Telling the wrong person

My boyfriend, Nine, was with a friend in London. Nine's friend is a gold star ten. Nine was amazed how people would stop, interrupt and try to get closer to his friend.

I am a six.

Just in case

My grandmother kept a packed bag near the front door for emergencies.

My brain makes strange connections

I dreamt I was escaping a prison. My escape was foiled because my t-shirt was back to front, and my route was blocked by Hitler.

So close but so far

On the beach, my friend and I made up stories about strangers. It was easier than talking to them.

A difference of 3

My boyfriend is a 9. I am, I think, a 6. When we go out together, I become invisible, or at least irrelevant- except to him.

Mistaken

My neighbour thinks the mezuzah on my front door is a high tech burglar alarm.