Novel on Toilet Paper
More Myth than Pith
read the plain yellow cover-
no author, no publisher, no nothing to go on
apart from copious words on waxy,
grey municipal toilet paper,
all held together with a giant orange paper clip.
Emma had found it on her doorstep bubble wrapped in a plain brown envelope
after responding to a gentle tap on her bathroom window
A slight smell of lavender and carbolic wafted up as she flicked pages with a numb thumb. The writing was small, sharp dark pencil.
The hand right-slanted, neat, clear, compelling.
It was the story of her life so far
…just keep on going, keep on keeping on, just keep going on, one leg after the other, over and over again, running, walking, trotting, stumbling, hopping, skipping, jumping, leaping…just keep on going on and on…
—Prose-poetry! My very favourite! She trembled
…hurtling it is, hurtling past fast. & I…
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