You always complain that I keep things to myself
and I would love to tell you what's wrong
but it would be filling your outdoor swimming pool
with a bottle of water
that I keep refilling from your kitchen tap.
'We all have problems' you tell me.
Your chiropodist hasn't answered her phone all morning
'What can she be up to!' you say, offering me sugar.
I wear my smile like the jumper you bought me last Christmas
it feels awkward, makes me itch
but it seems to make you happy when I've got it on
unaware that as soon as I'm back home
it's slammed shut in the bottom drawer.
Sometimes I decide to confide
say something like 'Well, I'm worried about...'
but just then your chiropodist Skypes you
telling you she had run into a mutual friend,
Tobias, who worked with you at Broadcasting House
'How is he?' you ask, clasping your hands.
'Not good' the voice on your MacBook says
'His sister's dog is ill.'
Comments
Highhat | November 23, 2010 - 16:07
well done ;) Cherry ripe ;)
Pia
SundaysChild | November 23, 2010 - 17:36
I wear my smile like the jumper you bought me last Christmas
it feels awkward, makes me itch
but it seems to make you happy when I've got it on
Love these lines. I can certainly relate to having felt like this before. Excellent, well done.
SundaysChild | November 23, 2010 - 17:41
P.s just clicked on your name and read underneath and, well, Smiths forever! (what's your favourite song?) :D
mcmanaman | November 24, 2010 - 14:19
Thanks for reading. Favourite Smiths song probably Reel around the Fountain.
SundaysChild | November 24, 2010 - 20:14
Yes, lovely. For me it's got to be Bigmouth (I can listen to that song about a million times in a row) - and How Soon Is Now is obviously a stunner.
phase2 | June 26, 2011 - 17:05
The title is very intriguing? Is this part of what's worrying him? Are they your children asleep upstairs in her house?