really, really, really

Tallulah made adjustments

to the polaroid on the wall

As she spoke to Buddy Rose

on her cell  by the door

 

they chatted about the weather

the football and all the soaps

they mentioned their children

and Buddy’s grandchildren too.

 

it wasn’t till Buddy asked of Tally’s bloke

that Tallulah faltered her reply

he’s working, he’s playing

he’s driving and he’s selling

 

Some time later Buddy appeared

at the door of Tallulah’s home

the slumped body of her bloke

under the snaps on the wall