Five rooms
All postgrads
But the one guy who was there
wasn’t wearing a shirt
was listening to awful dance music
loudly
and didn’t turn it down.
Not a home.
More like a student flat
per Mackenzie Road, with more
obviously objectionable occupants.
From my flat-hunting friend’s notes, found in an A-Z he gave me. By Nija Dalal.
Verbatim Poetry 