Just a terrifying test

The first two lines of this poem are re-phrasing of a Katherine Symmonds poem from the pamhplet 'Snug'

Don't ring me on Sundays
to tell me about flatmates and weekends
because the light in your flat is all London slate.
Dont ring me to say you are exhausted
and lying on your carpet.

Just arrive here
wearing all your expressions,
say, it was a horrible mistake,
tell me, you looked up
and no one knew what you meant.

Say, here, download my brain tape,
these are the things I've seen in your absence,
lets lie down all academic to dark,
be breathing bass, fridge magnet, news translator.

Say, lets make the flat 'us' flagship,
say I forgot why I ever watered the tomatoes,
say everything was postcards,
everything was recycling,

and the Sundays with slate light
were just terrifying tests.