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?