have one for me then

8:30am

and there’s a drunk

woman on the tram

chatting away

to everybody

the kids going to school

then a young mother

with her baby

strapped to her chest

it’s as if

life is one big

endless conversation

for this woman

though she pauses

to swig some more

red wine

from a water bottle

every now and then.

“you’ve got hair

in your ears.”

she tells an old man

“that means you’re a

fighter.”

people smile

the schoolkids

can’t stop laughing

it’s hard to be sure:

is happiness

our business?