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.