Sneaky Biscuits by Laura Cooney

I stand in this dookit in the kitchen looking at the fridge.

While momentarily tweeting and snacking

Avoiding the kids.

If you open a packet with a pair of scissors

They can't hear.

In case you were wondering.

Making cups of tea.

The magnets show me where I've been

Monument Valley,

Cornwall,

Copenhagen,

Peppa Pig World, 

China,

New York,

Berlin,

Tokyo.

If I go on you'll get jealous

Even of Peppa Pig World.

It WAS actually quite good. 

There are tons of them.

Each one a memory of sometime 

Or something or other.

They tell me where I've been

But not where I'm going

There's hardly room on the fridge.

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“I trashed this first draft poem about thirty-seconds after I wrote it on my phone as I couldn’t think who would want it. Every parent knows how hard it is to get a second of mind space but it’s a hard thing to sell despair when you’re looking at a fridge covered in luck and memories.”

Laura Cooney (she/her) is a writer from Edinburgh with publications online and in print. Connect with her on her blog http://www.lozzawriting.com and Twitter @lozzawriting. When she's not doing lots of writing she'll be with her children as close to the sea as possible. There'll be ice-cream!