Today's poem, nameless.

- For Kirsty, and Penni

Dream house of dark wood

I have brought my vinegar boy

to eat at Eglantine’s dark nights

and her novelties.

We strip the brown stairs

back to their brown skin

bend over to dip our

lids into the shock of a river.

There are mothers woven into

the worn carpets.

Rubies and aviaries

to thrill me onwards.

Blonde and eternal

Mahogany and punk

I bend the world like a bone

and long for this history.