now lies prostrate on our kitchen floor.
The PhD from Penn or wherever was not
so penetrating when faced with the bat, was it?
I dealt the blows and you drew the blinds.
It took both our strength to haul the body
to the bathroom. Bones can be tough to break –
I gave them a crack whilst you held the
bin liner open, tying the knot in the way
I’ve come to love. And after it was all over,
we both scrubbed the place clean with
disinfectant. You called the dude’s lab,
said he wouldn’t be in tomorrow; I drove us
into the night to dispose of the remains.
I suppose that bit was a bit of a pain, with us
being afraid of the dark and all, but you are
my wife, I love you, and all else is bullshit.