morning sunshine

obscured by clouds

fat pigeons

© Rachel Green July 2020

Night Thoughts

I remember his name

only because of the word 'genital'

and then his forename forms

like a folder in my memory

and an image of his face

outside a car-park attendant's hut

(remember those?)

And then his wife

a good friend but nothing more

who left him for some bloke in the pub

who promised her Australia.

I don't know what she told him

but he always blamed me.

Perhaps he should have known

because she left a mutual friend for him;

a Willenhall boyo

with a penchant for martial arts

and Samurai swords

(before they were illegal)

and like bubbles from a mud pool

other names emerge

and faces, too.

Barry and Michelle

(did they ever stay together?)

and Kevin and Karen the social worker

("I'll take their babbies away")

and the Thursday night gaming sessions

before I became a woman

and therefore a threat.

© Rachel Green July 2020