Apparently, it’s very, very bad to let a well-dressed man into your home. An Oxbridge accent, coupled with the claim your husband’s hurt, and he’s from Scotland Yard: disaster! When …
- by Alexandra OliverAlexandra Oliver Illustration by Sous Sous, Updated 10:42, Apr. 14, 2020 | Published 9:00, Jul. 23, 2014This article was published over a year ago. Some information may no longer be current.
Illustration by Selena Wong
Apparently, it’s very, very bad
to let a well-dressed man into your home.
An Oxbridge accent, coupled with the claim
your husband’s hurt, and he’s from Scotland Yard:
disaster! When the door clicks shut, he’ll drag
you off at knifepoint to his boat,
exsanguinate your body, write some smut
from Crowley on the walls, then eat your leg.
He’ll leave the rest of you inside a freezer,
to be discovered by a sad detective
bellowing, We made it here too late!
Too late indeed. I used to feel wiser,
more in charge, a little more creative.
Now, like the rest, I watch the door and wait.
Sous Sous (selenawong.com) earned a gold National Magazine Award in 2012 for her work in The Walrus.
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