I didn’t want to. He’d just got in from work and flung the keys into the bowl so the clatter rattled into the kitchen where I was taking out the chocolate fingers from the Sainsbury’s bag and I still hadn’t shut the fridge door so my right arm was going cold.
He came up behind me and groaned and I assumed it meant he’d had a long day except everybody’s day is the same length but he put his arms around my chest subtracted the bottle of Gordon’s gin from the bag and said we’ll be drinking some of that tonight I could do with it.
Then it came. He asked if I’d called. I said no because what am I supposed to say it’s too far to drive on a Friday night and they’ve got roadworks on that roundabout still but he butted in like a cough in a quiet room and said fish and chips for tea then been a while.
Picked up the phone offered it to me as though a pig’s ear to a Labrador and I thought stuff it as he shut the fridge so I reluctantly poked at the numbers and heard the bloop again and again and said to my mother how’s this evening.
Sorry yes sorry what yeah OK no better right I see yeah my fault I know that long right yeah so half seven yep OK half seven.
It’s just I don’t like the idea of monitors and plastic-y tubes and doctors with PhD’s spurting words buried in a dictionary’s depths but he put his hands around my chest again and we said nothing for a moment or two until he said I’m going for a shower babe alright.
Written: May 2017. Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome as always. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. Note: Sainsbury's is a British supermarket chain. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.