Philip Hancock

Martini Man

Blondes, brunettes, ginger nuts,
I’ve had ’em all, sunshine.
Could be
Janet the cleaner or that Irish cook
at the day nursery. A dead cert’s
Aunty Pat. What Aunty Pat?
His wife puts two and two together.

But in the back of his minivan?
Unsnaring her heel from his bosun’s chair,
ruining her Wolford’s on a gripper rod.

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