My mother always held an irrational fear
that we would run out of biscuits,
one that caused her to stock up on biscuits -
perpetual packets of Foxes and mint creams
for special occasions, requiring biscuits,
that never came. This packet of biscuits
is my fear of taking up too much space,
of losing my hipbones. This packet of biscuits
is only a packet of biscuits.
Nicola Gledhill comes from New Zealand, works in advertising, likes circus, cakes and costume.
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