its like a movie
scene - restaurant/chilled
water/us together
(a waiter barely table height
drops profiteroles-to-share)
she walks to the toilet/disappearing
THEN
my mauled soul yells me a wide fib
it says; you made
her up/you here alone
scene - fussy mother
waitress looking at me
all care and cow eyes
the
jet-world rattle of restaurant
rises
to
a hitchcock crescendo
again it says; PROVE
youre not alone
suspense movie now -
the mad final reel
cold sweat pricks
its tickle fingers round my hairline
scene - i’m staring
at her coat on the chair back
wondering/asking/pleading
did i put it there?
scene - she walks back
to me
i say PINCH ME!
she pinches me
laughing
at
my
suspicious
eyes
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