Vanishing Point

Beware of the ones who only want
To do it once a year
On their mother’s birthday
Mine takes the cake

Hadnae laid a finger oan me for near eight months
Willnae talk aboot it
Says there’s too much pressure to be huvin sex aw the time
Shouldn’t be ‘quantifiable’

Comes back wan day seying
that the neighbour’s gone berserk
killed the wan dog
and damn near finished
off the other.

Place was swimmin’
Like a bloodbath
Awful so it was.

He mutters something about it putting things in perspective
And asks if I want to come upstairs
I look at him, mind’s eye alight with scarlet and bone
set down the knife in a drawer full of knives