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Frank

They didn’t tell me much at first
it took a while
but after a year they told me about my predecessor
I knew by then he had been popular
competent,
cheerful
and an incorrigible flirt.
Flirting:,
that was what I thought
had been led to believe
that’s were it began and ended they implied,
shrugging, a man surrounded by women – what do you expect?
Then
they told me about him and Kathryn
seemed very friendly .. perhaps too much
and maybe
but both seemed happily married so maybe not,
until,
the boss, a prime middle-class woman
of whom all claimed passion had passed by
received a phone call from Kathryn’s husband
“ your service manager is fucking my wife.”

Author:

Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.