02.04.12

A Lot Can Happen in a Day

He woke-up, found a tooth resting on his pillow,
an incisor. He quickly tongued his own.

They were present, but the one on the left, different,
a little more pointed.

He looked again, brushing his teeth, sneering
into the mirror. Odd.

Pulling on his trousers he felt an unfamiliar jab,
there was a house key in his pocket.

Not his. He put the key and the tooth to one side,
on the windowsill, and made his bed.

Climbing into his car he found the pedals too far
from his toes.

The rear-view was kinked. He got out. Climbed
back in. It was his.

At work, he found a new secratary waiting, who insisted
on calling him Sir.

Which wasn't his name, but he didn't mind. At coffee break
a woman squeezed his hand. Quickly.

While no-one was looking. She whispered When can we
get away? He said Soon. 

He went to the toliet, to have a word with himself
and facing the mirror

he could have sworn his eyes were brown, not blue.
By five o'clock

he was getting used to the ring that kept appearing
on his wedding finger.

At first he took it off of course, but later daydreaming,
he would be rotating it again

around and around. On arriving home a strange woman
answered his door,

telling him the kids needed collecting from Karate
class, that she had found his missing key.