she was a decent enough woman
I’d stay over at hers
if we had a night out
stop in the spare room
big enough bed & duvet
& there’d be a towel there
ready for the morning
as I’d drag my hungover head
out into the shower & go
but I didn’t like the towels
they had these little splodges
a browny blot on the background
a man notices these things
when his head is aching from the night before
& I’d forget between visits
then one night before we went off
she was struggling to put her boots on
I got these little arms she said
can’t quite reach important bits
so I helped her with her feet
& sometime later I made a connection
between short arms
important places
& splodges on towels
& couldn’t bring myself to shower there
anymore
after that
then much later
another night out with friends
we were in conversation
& the ladies talk turned to make up
& she confided that she couldn’t get
foundation stains out of towels….
no matter how hot the wash
though the times
she put ‘em through the laundry
yeah I felt like a shit
a lousy friend
a splodge on her towels
neilbenbow 