There, there

The fool that you are, Robert

Is that druff on your shoulder?

It is not, you fiend

Oh, Meg, tarry a while

I will not, I cannot

Please, I’ll make an honest woman of you

The cheek of it, you don’t have it in you

My kisses say I do

Get your lips off me, man

If you love God you’d want to taste a bit of heaven

That’s sacrilege and blasphemy

It is not, it’s as pure as snow to love a woman

You big bastard with your clever words

Come on then, undress a little and show me your thigh

Only the right one

And the space in between

Aw, Robert, you’ll ruin me

Meg, we’re all ruined in the eyes of God

Amen to that

Amen, Meg . . . amen


About dogsbodiesandscumsters

Alan McCormick has been writer in residence at Kingston University’s Writing School and for InterAct Stroke Support, a charity employing actors to read to stroke patients. His fiction has won prizes and been widely published, including the Sunday Express and Salt’s Best British Short Stories 2015. His story collection, with micro-fiction inspired by Jonny Voss's pictures, 'Dogsbodies and Scumsters', was long-listed for the 2012 Edge Hill Prize. Alan has recently completed his second collection, Wild in the Country, as well as a memoir, Holes. See more of Alan and Jonny's collaborations at
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