Karina Patfield I borrow a bedsit from a landlord who borrowsthe bedsit from a bank. Its crackedroof spits raindrops and slugs creepon wet carpet the landlord sits close, on my sofaon tickhis rich, dry body groansnext to mineI feed my giro to the leccyhe holds his hand underneathpiling coins in his palm I ask for…
