|The balaclava he’s left behind,
draped over the back of the chair.
A trip to top up on essentials: chips,
pasta, rice – not available before.
I’ve added multivitamins to the list,
just in case. I can’t help but focus on the hotspots:
the front door handle, the detergent bottle
he’ll pick up to wash his hands
when he returns. It’s new, this fretting –
his trip to the supermarket
ramped up; his covert action,
maskless, into hostile territory.
And me, his new military wife,
arms folded, waiting at the door.
|Born in Hong Kong, Claire now lives and works in Oxfordshire. She is Associate Editor for ignitionpress, and is currently a part-time practice-based PhD student at Royal Holloway, University of London studying poetry and disaster.|