After three years

You wake me up, ringing me early in the morning, how are you, I’ve missed you… I hang up, open the blinds to find worms creeping all over the cat-food. I want to tell you I’m married now, though I’m not, I want to vacuum the worms but don’t. I call you back and ask what you’ve been doing, say I’m seeing someone, nothing serious, take the broom and dustpan, open the window to lay the animals on the glossy, overgrown grass.