After three years

You wake me up,
ringing me early in the morning,
how are you, I’ve missed you…
I hang up, open the blinds
to find worms creeping all over
the cat-food. I want to tell
you I’m married now, though I’m not,
I want to vacuum the worms
but don’t. I call you back and ask
what you’ve been doing, say
I’m seeing someone, nothing serious,
take the broom and dustpan, open
the window to lay the animals
on the glossy, overgrown grass.