Cleaning out the back
by Alice V.
· 18/03/2026
Published 18/03/2026 09:42
Cleaning out the back.
The drawer I never open.
Behind the old mail.
A wooden spoon.
The handle, softened.
Not by water, not by heat.
But by teeth.
Small indentations.
Like a rodent’s nibble.
Whose was it?
Did they just chew?
When they were bored?
Or angry?
It feels strange.
To hold this.
A thing that remembers.
A mouth that isn't mine.