Sally doesn’t get the puzzle,
maybe she’d be better
at the pub quiz. Or perhaps,
she should just stay at home,
watch T.V.

Sally places a cereal bowl
on the teatime table,
cooking dinner is a chore,
and her finger sting from a burn.

Sally doesn’t iron the towels,
or the kitchen table –
that would be strange.
Instead, she pours beer
onto the floor
and leaves it to stick.

Sally’s not sure
if she’s sad
or if she’s happy.
Either way
both are just existing.