Waking tired again,
she slaps the alarm clock
And dislikes her own smell. (This was a week ago)
Beside her, sleeping solid as a block,
Lies Paul. She thinks, "I just don't want to
know.
I do not want to care. I do not want
To want him here" And with a single smooth
Movement she's off, to a shower that will not soothe,
To a dull day, to the usual amount
Of office bitching - then the vivid night's
Intense transforming chemical delights. |