waiting for the cheque to clear, Yrsa Daley-Ward, from 'bone'
[text ID: What an odd, romantic time it is, if / you remember not to panic. / How many times has money almost / driven you mad? / You only need spices to throw in the / bowl / you only need flour to make some / kind of bread / and maybe somebody to lie in the / dark with. / Somebody's hands to touch.]







