Benny guessed
Natanya's husband
knew he was a cuckold
but worse still
he had invited Benny
to the house
that Christmas
and never knew
about the hand holding
behind his back
but Natanya's oldest daughter
saw but said nothing
just stared
and that time
after Christmas
in London
in some cheap hotel
Benny and she
were having it away
in that creaky bed
and after
she thinking
what her husband
would say
if he knew
and Benny musing
on that Sartre book
he'd bought
a few weeks before
and she behind him
after a smoke
wanting him
some more.
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