whereas now home is something
we’re looking forward to
we built it together
from what was once discarded
out of candy floss sticks
and lint from the dryer drawer
babybel wax pushed into the corners
you know my favourite smell is the rubber
from a hot water bottle
and I know you will run down the street
in the night
towards a shouting man
to make sure a stranger knows she’s not alone
you make me braver
as an adult you worried about fires
as a child I worried about floods
I’m still letting the bath overflow sometimes
time to return
scare the day away
pull the moon down to meet us
pad downstairs like children
to roast chicken in the middle of the night
eat with our fingers
I’ll pass the salt
let you rest
– Hattie Davis
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hattie is a cis queer woman living in London and working in the theatre world. When she’s not writing angsty poetry you’ll find her binging on netflix or braiding challah. Follow her on instagram under @hattichu for National Poetry Writing Month in April where she does a poem a day for the whole month (or the rest of the year when she takes pics of food or selfies).