waxing their cars on Sunday afternoons
plodding towards darkening horizons
pushing their prams
eating their leggings at the back end
and stuffing a Gregs into the front
all of them fucking miserable
last week my dog Maisie got sick with Parvo
they catch it by eating shit
at 8pm on Friday the vet called to ask
if he could call me in the night if she died
I sat with the phone in front of me
clutching a can of Adlerbrau
the sun slowly setting
through the black railings
& for the first time that I can remember
I felt a tear
trail
its way from eye
teetering on jawline
before splashing
like an episode of Dynasty
on the terra cotta tiles
