Barely human, on the loo pre-dawn
hearing the incidental theme of a movie
where the protagonist is the perp.
Someone’s fucking alarm on snooze,
the someone who lows with ecstasy
on Saturday mornings probably.
The giddy 08:00 tap dance staircase
of lawyers and MEP assistants
crashing the cracked frost glass
wrought iron front door so stroppily,
is balm to me.
on the stairs, purling laughter.
Disclaimer: these are not my stairs. I have stair envy.