I am the Princess Living in London.(Poem)

 
I AM THE PRINCESS LIVING IN LONDON 
 
   She shook me awake, she couldn't 
   let me sleep. 
 
   The husband hoovering and whistling 
   long thin arms folded across his chest. 
 
   I vanish and I return. 
   White hot. 
 
   It feels like 
   Maralinga. 
 
   I wrote it as she told me to 
   the best of my ability although 
 
   --What is this ju-ju? 
   No one knows. 
 
   The husband and son booked in for London. 
   The husband too--what's the word? 
 
   Traditional--to take an hotel room until 
   2pm check in the day of arrival. 
 
   --We'll snooze in Westminster Abbey 
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