We lived to see our kitchens become unfashionable,
Stood in showers carefully checking our testicles and tits,
While the furniture around us turned into the wallpaper
From our parents' young photographs,
Our memories became bigger
Than our plans,
Our Christmases were mostly
In our pasts,
When we laughed
But it never stopped us
In our unfashionable kitchens.
John Bleasdale is a writer. His work has appeared in The Guardian, The Independent, Il Manifesto, as well as CineVue.Com and theStudioExec.com. He has also written a number of plays, screenplays and novels.