Facilities

Being interviewed
by our prospective landlord

in his office

as if we had to
apply for to be his tenants

He interrupts
his interrogation of us

to take a call.

Outraged
he splutters into the phone
shouts in indignation
almost apoplectic:

“Sex... Sex
facilities! ”

We’re thinking twice about
taking his flat
like thanks but...no thanks!

When suddenly
(as suddenly)
as he flares up
he flares down
and laughs in
gentle Polish
into the mouthpiece:

“Oh...fax...fax
facilities! ”

“Dobja…dobja...dag...dag! ”

“Ok...ok...yeah.. yeah! ”

by Dónall Dempsey

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