you so much as sighed
she could kiss away the cloud over your head
and fill your mind with
rainbow coloured bubbles
rising against the blue of the sky
and you thought it was the result of your workout
the 20 laps in the pool.
you dropped a coconut on your foot
and shouted fuck
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she was holding the sunglasses up to the light
wrinkling her nose, her brow frowning in deep contemplation
yes...she thought aviators were so her.
your lips snapped soundlessly
she looks at you as she tosses the sunglasses into the shopping trolley
you know she heard that`
you see she couldn't care less
and she wants you to know that.
when you wanted to have an argument
that evening last month
as you very elegantly put it
'let's lance the boil'
'let's not' she had said chomping on something
and your mind fumed 'f***ing bitch'
she'd heard that.
at the checkout you watch as she unloads the
aviators, coconut, sanitary pads, tweezers, paint brushes
and an all herbal deep heat pain relief spray
you find yourself staring at the pain relief spray
like it were a revelation
the cashier waves it at the bar code scanner
you feel your toes throb
and you look at the back of her head
there's the halo and the angels strumming on harps
you lean forward and whisper
'i love you, my most glorious pain in my rear.'
it seems like she hasn't heard you
you know she most definitely did
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