Aesop & Skagerak.

I have working-class bones:
grease-wrapped chips, 
trips to Wembley Market,

now dreaming latent of racks
spent on Skagerak racks,
shipped from Denmark,

slate plates, Eames chairs,
or Horsehead Philodendrons;
slow-day Aesop splurges

amidst the art, dogs, babies;
babe with the CDG,
YMC orders like a hoarder,

reworking the parquet,
reworking the ceiling borders,
aeons from beginnings,

blunt, humble, most pure.