Her News

 You paused for a moment and I heard you smoking
on the other end of the line.

I pictured your expression,
one eye screwed shut against the smoke
as you waited for my reaction.

I was waiting for it myself, a list of my own news
gone suddenly cold in my hand.

Supposing my wife found out, what would happen then?
Would I have to leave her and marry you now?
Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad,
starting again with someone new, finding a new place,
pretending the best was yet to come.

It might even be fun,
playing the family man, walking around in the park
full of righteous indignation.

But no, I couldn't go through all that again,
not without my own wife being there,
not without her getting cross about everything.


Perhaps she wouldn't mind about the baby,
then we could buy a house in the country
and all move in together.

That sounded like a better idea.

Now that I'd been caught at last, a wave of relief
swept over me.
 I was just considering
a shed in the garden with a radio and a day bed,
when I remembered I hadn't seen you for over a year.

"Congratulations," I said.
 "When's it due?"

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