WE ARE ALL TALENTED ARTISTS:30

LIVING WITH SOMEONE YOU COULDN'T TRUST BROKEN BUT NOT WANTING TO BE FIXED

They were ripping the meat off the chicken legs before 11.00am.
The grease on their fingers, spots on their grey tracksuit bottoms.
I'm not being judgemental, I'm just cataloguing this moment.
Adding it to the archive of this useless time.

Ten minutes later men look at women and women look at men. Cans are left. They'll be there for a while. All of them are ugly.

I always felt uneasy in this park.
It must have been so beautiful in Victorian times.
But no one wants beauty here.
People are scared.