Apart from the antibiotics I’m
taking life isn’t that bad. It’s just not.
Robert’s been round with his dog and he peed
on our laminate flooring. Not Robert,
the dog. My mother would have scrubbed it for
days till the laminate gave up the ghost
and peeled off. Quite apart from all that we’ve
had Mormons come buzzing. I let it buzz.
They can buzz all they want out there in
the snow. I could hear them offering books
to the neighbours. The antibiotics
have given me the hearing of a bat.
They’ve got a cheek! Ringing our front doorbell,
spoiling our Christmas with religious talk.