stuck in

this couple across the street,

they’re having it out:

she’s telling HIM to find work.

he’s telling HER to find work.

pretty mundane modern shit really.

he punched her in the tit

and she kicked him in the knee …

after a bit

he staggers across the road

and he says: can you believe her?

she’s out of order, isn’t she?

and before I can say anything

he yells over: there! see! he agrees with me!

WHAT? she steps into the road – 

cars swerve around her as she marches over –

the hate in her eyes for

me,

it feels like she’s known and hated me all my life,

like I’m married to her too,

albeit in a

mercifully sexless marriage …

I should tell her that.