Dad is painting window frames at the top of the house Mum steadies the ladder with a slippered foot My sister cannot bring herself to pour poison on the ants Working their way frantically up the inside corners Of this soon-to-be-a-home I run through grass that has grown high above my head I am a million miles away I have no memories,
I have no memories before this day Cup of tea for the plumber,
cup of coffee for the builder Brother sister father mother Each in love with one another Somewhere,
a whistling kettle I meet the world and the world is a stinging nettle Mortar bees living in the bricks There may or may not be a snake in the compost heap And the neighbour's cat is white and quite insane Collarless,
aggressive and unnamed And I have never seen so many sheep I have never seen so many cows I was born to a family a little while ago I was born to myself just now
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