Minor
Wars
my
girlfriend; she calls
me
up
on
the way
to
meet her friends. she has
something
to say to them - to one of them, especially.
she
doesn't like
her
friend's new boyfriend - she thinks
he
seems a lot like the last one,
who
my girlfriend also
didn't
like. and in the end,
she
didn't either. fucked her around, she says,
and
fucked around behind her. fought small arguments
like
he was waging
minor
wars. I tell her to be careful - her friend
won't
take this well.
we
met them, actually,
quite
early on; he was a quiet man
who
played card games
and
she seemed
very
happy.
Diarmuid ó
Maolalaí
Tags:
Poetry