Deborah Kay Davies's "Things You Think I Don't Know" creates a fabulous mix of the strange and the familiar: a weird hole opens in front of M & S; a heron lays a giant egg on your bed; a routine cytology test reveals the utterly unexpected. Beginning with the world we know, these poems transport us to a place beyond the bizarre and fantastic, a place hilarious and horrible and unforgettable, finally returning full circle to disclose the unrecognised magic of the ordinary.