She left him
For his cousin no less
And she, his cousin,
Always complained
That she would never find love
And this was after he lost his job
When someone decided that he - a children’s social worker
- was no longer needed
In one of the most impoverished counties
Of the country
She left with the dog
No not his cousin but
The mutt
He has had since
He were a boy - before they even met.
He was eighteen years old
Could barely take a step
Could hardly see a head
Had next to no hair at all
And would now sometimes shit inside
I’ll stab you…
To DEATH
She said
And bite your cock off
He waved her goodbye
Drinking a small espresso
Which he made
While she packed her things,
And his things,
And their things.
Things she thought
he cared about.
He thought about
Other things
Like what he
Was going to have
For dinner
If she didn’t take the fridge
And the pans
She did incidentally
Leave the pans
But he suspected
She had no idea where they were
She screamed
Of death and murder
Till her voice gave out
That’s when she
And his cousin finally left
Two dykes in a volvo
And an open boot full of crap
And a dog he loved.
Until the dog,
Such a good dog
Took a nervous shit
She kicked the dog
Out the car
And said
Take that dirty
Old bastard back
And the dog walked,
wobbling
Up to the house.
And got his head scratched
Who’s Good boy
The dykes pulled away
And he and the dog
Again not his cousin
- though she smelled much worse -
Went into the living room
Where only a chair -
with slash marks
And stuffing bleeding out
- Remained
Ah so That’s what
She was doing
When he was making his coffee
That’s why she
had the knife.
He thought she was finally
Going to stab him
Yellow foam rolled in tufts
As he wandered his living room
Though there was little
Living to do in it
Then
A stone crashed though the window
And hit his hand
And smashed the coffee cup
The handle still pinched
Between his fingers and thumb
Then tired screeched
And the last ounces
Of strength remaining
In her vocal cords
Could be heard
Fading down the street
She had smashed his smart phone
When he asked her if
She wanted a coffee
And he had no landline
Who does these days
So there was little chance
Of getting the window fixed
Today
Not the perfect start
To an English winter
But it was his lucky day!
There were two ribeye steaks
In the freezer
And a bag of onion rings.
He and the dog
Had dinner together
Though she had taken the forks
Oh well
You have to take the rough
With the smooth