These are not things that interest you

These are not things that interest you (Once, but not soon)

These are not things that interest you
That my eyebrows are fading
That my hips are aching
That my mother dislocates her dentures
when eating cucumber sandwiches at the cottage
like at that time that you cared and wrote
“What happened?!” twice when she and I
took to having some fighting.

These are not things that interest you
That I found chocolates painted like jewels
That I make chia pudding now
That I’m planning some career moves
That if you asked me So what is it you want to do?
“Can I move there and work with you?”
Make me your sister, we’ll be good.
These are not things that interest you…

Once, but not soon.

Sylvie Hill 2017

lady at cafe with clipboard