Foetus.

She tells me she is pregnant,
At least, that’s what I
think she said.

I wasn’t listening,
Well, not to her anyway.

I had a book open in front of me,
and the TV was on.

I was somewhere else,
my eyes fixed on static.
Or at the words, invading the page
like ants.

So, when she tells me.
I just nod.

Like I care, or at least,
like I heard her.

She may have started crying.
But, to tell the truth

I was so high,
I couldn't even remember her name.

But that thing inside her,
the um, foetus.

I guess it was mine.

I had to say something,
So I told her that I’d cheated on her.

With some girl I met in the same park
where I met her.

Or fucked her, or something.

She screamed at me,
Slammed the door.

I didn’t see her again,
Until after the car accident.
She was asleep,
or in a coma.

I stared at her for a few moments,
Like maybe I was
about to cry.

But her family were there,
and I felt uncomfortable,
So I left.

I never went back.

She died a few weeks later
I didn't go to the funeral.

I didn't think it was important.

It's not like we were in love.
Or anything like that.