Notes pinned to fridge doors

I
when you go out
please buy some slippers
so that when you
come back
i won’t hear you

II
i need
milk, bread, fruit
i’d like
mother, brother, father
i can’t
manage, big, feelings

III
the door
is squeaking on its hinges
again
WD40’s worth a try
but i can still
hear you

IV
marmite
is like
family
you love it
or hate it

V
the bulb’s gone
the cheese
is sitting
in the dark
maturing

VI
defrost
the icebox
it’s filling up
the ice cubes
fit in but only just

 

David Illingworth