His redhaired son and Little Mermaid daughter are asleep
A sea breeze whispers them goodnight
Kashmir
Weaves with cigarette smoke and talk
Out into the dark of the olive grove below
Far away in time
Christos
Family man
Silversmith
Friend
Shirtless we push the wine bottle and conversation forward and backward like chess pieces while
A mantis knits and watches from the warm wall
We’ve agreed that Sotirios Kyrgiakos has settled well with Rangers
And what the thing about women is
Sheila at his side tuts in the Greek way that has become her
Fans herself
Strokes his leg
That Independence Day is Philip Roth’s best novel
Sheila and the mantis both look up but say nothing
That sometimes you just wish …
Then as a dog barks somewhere out in the night
Stalemate.
Was it Ultravox or Martha and The Muffins?
