You are very small

Vogue

Poem

Counter cheese

How to dispose of a dead body...
Cherry

Dear under-neighbours, I live on the top floor

When you are asleep I am above you, awake, wishing this whole waffle-stack block would just vanish and leave us, for a moment, hung above each other, at intervals, unbedded,
Cherry

Gulling

A baby falls like rain, communal feast in the ornamental garden, a baptism of caws.