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
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.