Ms Bob Sinclair

I struggle to part with old clothes, old books, old photographs

But most of all with people

Clothes and books and photographs don’t resist being held onto

I keep them in the depths of my cupboards and they quietly stay

With people it’s different

They wrestle unrelentingly to get out of my grip

So when I am fed up and no longer able to hold on, I chop them into tiny parts

And stuff them into all the tiny crevasses of my brain

Cover them with mothballs, cobwebs and a giant lock

And observe

Now who will escape? :)