Housing crisis


In search of a home she trawls the council list

alert for open spaces, well-fenced - her inverse:


all self-sufficient, without mental health;

somewhere un-English where to lose herself.


Meanwhile the mind un-housed cannot create:

self’s seedling cells simply self-duplicate


cells within cells that are sunk in self-consciousness

until growing ever closer, they grow the less.


The biro starts to fade.

X marks the cross of her ethnicity.


Is there another country she can't see?

More than this black-and-white to you and me?