On Foot

I’ve got a shiny
hand-washed car,
hot dog and coke
from around the corner,
and guess which one
I saw,
the one who used to be pregnant,
had a child by god knows who
Out there it’s a comedy
if you’re never sober.

I go down the slope
on foot,
past the speed camera.
Shops close down
people go from here.
The sun pours down,
she takes a photo.
“You’re lovely,”
she said,
“I’ll be back later.”