This house
Is empty there is no
Tenant here they’ve left you left
First but left the door open
In case you’d come back and you
Did, shield yourself from the
Downpour I slammed it shut and Now I,
Even I no longer stay there. Gave it up, put it for
Rent, sick of the showers that leak down
From wonky tiles, my leaky ceiling, filled with the
Trip trap trip trap under this bridge
And shit what the fuck. I HAVE WANDERED
into the empty house;
And you’re sat on the carpet again
Legs crossed,
Mangy stray that wanders back
With muddy footprints
That can’t come out of the carpet
You’ve torn up.
I want to do many things
Spring clean,
Change the locks
But I won’t;
How could I?
by Milaina Penzer