he’s telling his day to his mistress
then phones his wife, and lies;
tucks the mobile back on his belt
it rings again – he rolls his eyes,
but answers, « hello mate –
how did the match go? »
the mistress looks on, unhappy
whoever heard of the invisible hoe?
he hangs up, and chuckles,
« on the bench the second half-
he’s gutted, he’s footy mad, that boy
bloody footy mad! »
the mistress plays with her food
and listens to him talk
not even the sex is worth it, she thinks:
I’ve become so very bored.