Words by Oliver Cocks
She watched him every day,
the star.
He’d hit the big time, already, at
only twenty-four.
His voice was like a
young angel’s, his moves the embodiment
of rhythm, his energy nuclear.
His song Disco Love had just come out,
thumping its way to the top,
the very top.
She watched him as
she worked as a cleaner at his
mansion, and thought about
their life together.
Granted, she technically had
a boyfriend, though goodness knows he
had a habit of vanishing, sometimes
for months. She didn’t want children with him,
and he was only too happy to agree.
So, she glanced when she could
at her true boyfriend, who did know
her name, was always well-mannered,
to a fault, always giving, and
obsessed with germs.
One day, they’d sing
and dance
together. Yes.
She could see it.
