I sat on the floor
and two women
were sat on my
sofa: we were
drinking wine
and smoking
joints: I knew
one of the
women and was
keen to get to
know the other:
the phone rang,
it was a fucked-
up friend, crying
and bitching
about his
rotten life; I
looked up at the
females and
smiled, they
glanced at one
another and
giggled and
blew silent
kisses at me:
“I’ve got to
go! good
luck!”
I killed the call,
lifted my glass,
so did the girls,
it was a Tuesday,
0:83am and
already it
seemed like it
was a going
to be a
beautiful day.
