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Feb 2015
Netanya
threw a cup
threw a shoe

hitting you
stormed and swore
jabbering

about this
about that
how this dame

at your work
was somehow
having you

(sexually)
then she threw
someone's coat

missing you
ran up stairs
calling names

looking round
for objects
to throw down

you went up
(cautiously)
step by step

trying to
calm her down
what's all this?

you asked her
unaware
of the cause

of the wild
eruption
you know what

seen her name
in your book
(your work book)

you've ticked it
ticked her name
she went in

the bedroom
you followed
she threw things

scent bottles
her hair brush
slapped her hand

round you face
you grabbed her
held her down

on the bed
to calm her
who is this?

what's her name?
she told you
laying there

on the bed
you don't think
she and I

are *******?
yes I do
just like you

Netanya
informed you
well you're wrong

about that
the reason
that her name's

in my book
is because
I caught her

shop-lifting
yesterday
at the store

wrote her name
for records
in future

Netanya
stared at you
is that it?

you nodded
just a girl
stupid *****

stealing shoes
she sat up
on the bed

calming down
got it wrong
about you

she muttered
have we time
for some ***?

In what's left
of my own
lunch hour?

she nodded
looking sad
OK then

I muttered
my left cheek
still stinging

and my head
bell ringing.
A MAN AND WIFE FIGHT DURING A LUNCH HOUR BREAK IN 1980.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)   
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