358: The Little Things

This is an exercise.

This is a re-familiarisation

with the things

I don't think about.

There's a board under my laptop.

It's grey cardboard

taped together

with brown packing tape

along the edges.

It's half an inch thick.

I made it years ago.

One side is blank. This

is the side I draw on.

The other side

has scrawls

and notes

going back

six

or seven

years.

Some of them

I can barely read.

... love with ...

... give her a ... since ...

... very old ...

... kind'a eldritch ...

It's written in different corners,

different handwritings,

different pens,

surrounded

by stains

where I've spilled tea

and tomato sauce.

I run my fingers along them,

these faded memories,

and remember

why each one exists.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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