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?