Layers are Best
by Elizabeth Challinor
Today I looked
Inwards
And turned myself inside out
Not a pretty sight...
I didn't care
I placed each bloody organ
On a tray on the kitchen table
And let them stare at each other
For a while
Then I remembered
My grandma's advice
Layers are best she said
For the winter
Of discontent
And so
I gathered my insides back together
Put on a vest
A t-shirt
A thin cardigan
A woollen jumper
A coat
Went outside
To face the cold
And rolled down the hill
In the snow