I found your letter the other day. The one that started, I’m doing a ‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest’. I’m on the nutty ward. Down New Cross. Your Jack Nicholson T shirt has come in handy, they all think I’m taking the piss. Same sort of characters wandering around. It’s a long story how I got here…
And you were right, it was a long story. A very, very long story. And even though we offered you juicy fruits, safe footings, a different narrative arc, it wasn’t enough. Though, in truth, the combine didn’t get you in the end. More the combination… the combination of brown and booze. Self-medication time, self-medication time, self-medication time.
And no…I wasn’t jealous, what with it being my favourite film. Just sad when the end came. Like we always knew it would.
Emma Purshouse is a freelance writer and performance poet. Her latest poetry collection ‘Close’ is published by Offa’s Press (2018)