These are their rope bridges over nothingness...

I'm lying on the bed in the bedroom in my parents' house - 

This is where we sleep when we stay here - 

The landing light is left on all night - 

My mum will go to bed tonight when Midsomer Murders starts - 

My dad will read the subtitles on the screen - 

Rain will fall - 

Each day is lived the same as the one before it - 

The routines of getting up, drying tea towels, walking to Waitrose - these are their rope bridges over nothingness -  

In a moment, I'll get up - I'll go downstairs - 

15.00

Sunday 10 January 2015

Stsunton Road

Havant