Inside / Outside

11.30am Monday 23rd of June

Inside cup / Outside world

My bench is seemingly taken. A man pacing back and forth.

I feel possessive. Protective. I almost take the next bench along but the sun isn’t hitting it quite right. Under the squiggly tree.

I decide on another, two more over. Closer to the path, closer to the corner, closer to two roads rather than one.

Right of the squiggly tree. I’m usually on the left.

Happy to be here.
It’s windy but the sun is warm. I’ve layered up.

Layer upon layer upon layer.
Five layers of wool. Maybe even six.
Twist long sleeve under raglan tee.
Everyday the last month.

I woke up on Sunday morning from a dream about the Twist long sleeves.
I woke up twisted up in the top sheet Id been testing out.

Extra layer for my bed to usual.

I felt restricted. The phrase that was singing in my mind … I think was -

Wrapped up, twisted around