came over to work on a few tunes
but she don’t know my tunes
and I don’t know hers
she keeps asking for a glass of water
I won’t let her drink my beer
I’m supposed to be googling Umbrella
whilst she goes for a dump
she’s left her handbag on the bed
and a suitcase in the corner
seems like she’s moving in
sounds like she’s cleaning the bathroom
I call out, Rihanna,
shall we order a pizza?
she says, how about a kebab?
I say, Rihanna, you’re the one
Simon Alderwick is a poet from London. He has been published in Eye Flash, Dust, Quince, The Daily Drunk and Seiren. He is on Twitter @SimonAlderwick