What Love Isn’t, by Yrsa Daley-Ward

It is not a five star stay. It is not

compliments and it is never ever

flattery.

It is solid.

Not sweet but always

nutritious

Always herb, always salt.

Sometimes

grit.

It is now and till the end. It is never a slither, never a little

is a full serving

it is much

too much and real

never pretty or clean. It stinks. You can

Smell it coming

it is weight and it is weight and it is too heavy to feel

good sometimes. It is discomfort. It is

not what the films say. Only songs

get it right

it is regular

it is difficult and always , always

surprising.

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