it was the dead of night,
it was the death of a lot of things
and I was walking to the kitchen
for water or wine, whatever that christ cunt had left us,
when I passed her son’s bedroom:
I heard a slap and a moan.
then the creaking and panting started …
there was a crack in the door.
you know damn well I had a peek:
there he was
fucking his girlfriend doggy on the bed.
and damn if he didn’t look like his mum:
same full lips and big grey eyes
framed around a dirty blonde bob.
it was like a flat-chested version of her
going at some chick’s rump with a strap-on.
no, you dirty bastards
I didn’t invite myself in.
I didn’t even stay to watch.
I simply went back to bed
and slipped it in his mum:
oof, she woke up. what’s got into you?
happy families, I told her.
and I hear she has a daughter somewhere, too.