'Modernist Mother' by James Edwards
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'Modernist Mother'
The bell goes and I let you in.
My flat is dusty and cluttered,
Too abstract for you;
Like the pattern
On my Ikea sofa.
I make the tea -
You have lots of milk
And no biscuits.
Soon come the questions:
Have you ordered that washing machine part?
Do you want me to cancel your phone contract?
Not yet, and no.
But my DLA forms have arrived -
Will you fill them out for me, Mum?
Through the living room window
There are jagged chimneys and roofs.
My Gingernut has broken into fragments.
- James Edwards
