the not quite love

Yrsa Daley-Ward

I haven’t been home in nearly two weeks.
My new lover has a fridge full of beer
and can almost make jollof rice
also the sex is good
and we are falling into someting we
will soon mistake for love

anyway,
‘home’ is a problem. There are the
bills and there
are the mice
plus
there is that feeling you get
when you catch up with yourself.