Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- The Lion
- Entomological Specimens
- Practising Your Skills
- Insomniac
- Taster
- What Every Girl Should Know Before Marriage
- Bad Day in the Office
- You Are Not
- The Gold Bangles
- My Mother's Hair
- ‘Jesus Saves’
- Ticking
- On Ellington Road
- Cousin Migrant
- The Daughters
- Different Principles of Enclosure
- Day Ghost
- This Morning
- The Bird
- Almost September
- Phone Call on a Train Journey
- Small Hands
- In the Coroner's Office
- April
- 18th of November
- Notes Towards an Elegy
- The Urn
- The Rain That Began Elsewhere
- Gloves
- My Father Wants to be a Rooftop Railway Surfer
- Ghazal
- Ghazal
- Ode to a Pomegranate
- Bulbul
- Parvati Waits for the Return of Shiva, After the Slaying of Ganesh
- Lost Poem
- Large and Imprecise Baby
- Wireman
- Barbule
- The Found Thing
- Woman at Window
- Mr Beeharry's Marriage Bureau
- Mrs M Unravels
- Hummingbird
- Ballad of the Small-boned Daughter
- Acknowledgments
Mrs M Unravels
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- The Lion
- Entomological Specimens
- Practising Your Skills
- Insomniac
- Taster
- What Every Girl Should Know Before Marriage
- Bad Day in the Office
- You Are Not
- The Gold Bangles
- My Mother's Hair
- ‘Jesus Saves’
- Ticking
- On Ellington Road
- Cousin Migrant
- The Daughters
- Different Principles of Enclosure
- Day Ghost
- This Morning
- The Bird
- Almost September
- Phone Call on a Train Journey
- Small Hands
- In the Coroner's Office
- April
- 18th of November
- Notes Towards an Elegy
- The Urn
- The Rain That Began Elsewhere
- Gloves
- My Father Wants to be a Rooftop Railway Surfer
- Ghazal
- Ghazal
- Ode to a Pomegranate
- Bulbul
- Parvati Waits for the Return of Shiva, After the Slaying of Ganesh
- Lost Poem
- Large and Imprecise Baby
- Wireman
- Barbule
- The Found Thing
- Woman at Window
- Mr Beeharry's Marriage Bureau
- Mrs M Unravels
- Hummingbird
- Ballad of the Small-boned Daughter
- Acknowledgments
Summary
These cookies are in-store baked for ‘extra freshness’.
‘I don't want to teach you to suck eggs,’
I say ‘but from where I stand (and I am standing pouring out the tea) ‘Mrs. M,
we share the same enigmatic bone don't we?’
and in my altered state of alteredness
I believe it sincerely. ‘I beg to differ …’
she raises a finger, and then drifts off to search
for that alluring word (and returns without it).
‘As it happens, I have never lost anything
the same way twice, but the thing about a cave
is its caveness.’ This sounds to me like a morally
sound proposition and I nod sagely.
‘I remember,’ she says (not to me but more
to herself) ‘we never did finish that game of solitaire.
I just don't know why we don't bake any more.’
She places her hands on the table. They resemble
upturned autumn leaves. ‘I was sure of his hands
once, the pressure of his hands.’ She's looking
at her old pair of hands, a bit of her shadow dribbles
out of her. I finger the cellophane. ‘I'll open them shall I?’
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- Small Hands , pp. 50Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2015