The Move

He took off his belt so that the buckle wouldn't scratch
and removed other sharp objects from his person.

He did not find out how the furniture had been put
together. Nor did he look for any parts that could be

detached. He didn't study the route to use or locate
anything that would cause trouble. For example light fixtures jutting out the wall.

He may have lifted the furniture where it was strongest. However the glass table-
top

he moved without the route being cleared of obstructions;
he didn't wrap it in a blanket to prevent any damage.

Items needed on a daily basis were simply pushed to one side without regard to their being delicate or fragile.

He didn't help me plan exactly where he would place anything. The temperature of the new locations was much higher and a

sudden and extreme variation in humidity
threatened.

Yet nothing was moved slowly or carefully.
The armchair bumped against the doorway, the walls were marked.

He didn't hold the sofa firmly. It almost slipped from his
hands. He slid and then dragged it along the floor into

the alcove and perhaps the boards were scratched and certainly the carpet
torn.

Obviously no careful or meticulous planning so neither of us examined the sideboard for loose joinery and didn't remove its
....................................................................... shelves or drawers.

A highly polished occasional table was lifted, not by its legs, but by its top, which threatened to detach. The dining chairs were ............lifted by
.......................................................................................... their arms.

As for essential items - kettle, tea bags and coffee, cups, bathroom supplies, towels, mobile phone recharger, first-aid supplies, these

were scattered by a fierce and intrusive wind, which had no regard for emergency.
Yet everything also slow and meticulous.

The bed got dragged across the yard, as excessive lateral pressure on its legs caused them

to shear off.
And although the fridge and freezer emptied and defrosted

themselves, because the bed was out of action, there was no correlation anything to anything so we had to
fuck

on the floor. All the windows ........................................flew open.
The appliances became unplugged. The neighbours forgot which
day

it was.
Only the books
lay flat with alternate bindings preventing spinal
....................damage.

Otherwise there were bruises and blood.
Clothing had no consciousness for hangers,

bodies,
closets or drawers.
Arms and legs as one.

Temporarily all the electronics switched on.
Histrionics. Hysterics. It was not a case of separate, or bubble wrapped or inkless or safe in anyway whatsoever. Pads, bowls, hollows, suggestive materials. Screams. Scratches. Lots and lots and lots
of scratches.

Then layers. Layers and layers. Tears. Tissues. History. Small and large without regard to time
or
carcass or suitability.
God in the newsprint. Chaos down
...................................wires. .......Upright position where possible. And not possible. Until

afterwards.

Labelled: reclosable.
Smears gone and the hair in place.
Blankets on and a few scuffed smiles.