Brian sits
numb and waits
for his wife
to come home
he'd seen her
in Dublin
with that girl
that Una
holding hands
he knows now
where she goes
when she's out
not with him
he'd followed
her out to
see where she
went for fun
spying game
kind of thing
then she met
the blonde girl
that Una
and they kissed
he feels sick
can't believe
what he saw
then they went
off together
to some place
some bedsit
and went in
he opens
up a beer
and sips it
she was here
that Una
a while back
staying here
what's happened
to my wife?
why'd she kiss
that woman
on the lips?
is she queer?
he recalls
him and her
having hot
sex last night
she willing
lying there
having it
he sips more
of his beer
what to do?
what to say?
how long for?
and then what?
he feels sick
sits and waits
sipping beer
slips his mind
down inside
to first gear.
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