Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

To Hamish the dog: my blankets, my best rattle, the blocks he chewed.
To my mother: my mattress where my head has made a dip,
all the photographs.
To my father: his spectacles, which he let me take from his nose and break,
also my lacy shoes and all my frozen spinach.
To Auntie Jan: the pink cardigan she made me, also my butterfly.
To my mother in addition: my washable nappies (for re-sale), Gina Ford,
my weaning spoons.
To my father in addition: my words (my da-da, my ba-ba), my mother,
my best red trousers.