![]() WHAT SHE THOUGHT.A Poem by Terry Collett![]() THE UPS AND DOWNS OF RELATIONSHIPS![]() ![]() And who's she? Netanya asks. She gave me a lift home. Is that all she gave you? I walk past her indoors; she slams the door behind me and is behind me breathing down my neck. I work with her; she saw me at the back door and asked if I wanted a lift home. O you work with her, huh? I walk into the lounge and sit down in my favourite chair. Yes, nothing else; she works upstairs; I work all over the place. I bet she's a good lay; fancy her do you? She's pregnant; why would I fancy a dame who's like that? She walks the room like a tiger. Is it yours? Is what mine? The darn kid she's carry; your kid I guess. She stares at me; eyes as dark as death. Of course not; I hardly know her. Liar! I bet she knows you inside out. I light up a cigarette and look at her. I work at the same store; she's upstairs in soft furnishings, I am security watching them all. I bet she's good on soft furnishings; I bet she bangs on soft furnishings. I wouldn't know what she bangs on. Netanya sits in a chair opposite me. Why did she give you a lift home? bet she fancies you something rotten. Any mail for me? She looks at me; her eyes soften. No; just a magazine for me. What kind of magazine? Clothes magazine. Any good? Sure it is; got some good stuff in there. Let me see. She gets up and goes and fetches the magazine and brings it to me. See; good stuff. I look at the pages she shows me. You like that dress? It's beautiful isn't it? Sure is: you want it? Can I have it? Sure you can. She kisses my cheek and sits on my lap. You're the best; I was just kidding about the b***h in the car; she's not your sort at all. No, you're my sort. Yes, she says smiling, that's what I thought. © 2014 Terry CollettReviews
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StatsAuthor![]() Terry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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