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We met her ex

DS Maolalai

on the street one day,
and for me
that was a laugh -
as it turned out
I’d imagined him
all wrong. I guess
whenever she’d mentioned him
it had mostly been
with mockery
for purposes
of making me
feel better about things,
and not to draw a picture
of the way their life
had been.

a big head, naturally,
with a manky beard
and an arse (she said)
like the flat side
of a spatula.
and very unstylish,
of course,
and of course,
not very tall.

I was kept
pretty confident
he wasn’t a threat,
and ignorant
of my own
deficiencies.

but I stood there
listening to them
casually catch up a while,
watching
as she shook his hand
and he hugged her.
and he seemed quite normal;
a little older, perhaps
with a jacket
and glasses
carrying a gym-bag. such as a man
you might pass
in the street
or see stepping
off a bus
or waiting in line
holding groceries.

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