Walking home after
the cinema, in the middle
of the road because it's late
and we can and it's fun,
ranking worthless, gaslighting
soon-to-be ex-husbands
according to degree of
worthlessness. Stupid and mean
is more worthless than just stupid,
we decide. You kick apart that juicy
gold-green globe you encountered
in the gutter, then turn to me with
a breathless glint in your eye
and say, 'now the dark
smells like apples.'