Imogen Cassels

after Holly Pester

I never meant to see you walking out at night, boy gap among the rose-rows, my lulla my lulla my etcetera. I am a mock of atoms. Watching the bone china seethe at dusk, praying for the gas gas, making lace: French work. It is an ugly life. With rough hands, made for quick work. Locomotion. Things come to pass away easier in the dark, sewing the baby to sleep. What what I...