Bad New Government

by Emily Berry

Love,       I woke in an empty flat                      to a bad new government;
it was cold          the fridge was still empty               my heart, that junkie,
was still chomping on the old fuel            vroom, I start the day like a tired
    motorcyclist     I want to go very fast and email you about the following
happy circumstances: early rosebuds, a birthday party, a new cake recipe but
  today it’s hot water bottles and austerity breakfast and my toast burns in protest

      You are not here of course but you live in me like a tiny valve of a man
you light up my chambers           Later I will call to tell you about the new
       prime minister,      the worrying new developments      and about how
I am writing my first political poem     which is also (always) about my love for you