We sat in a ring, fat legs and thin calves,
flat and high heeled shoes shuffling
nervously on the lino floor. A large lady
from Hong Kong spoke about herself, which
she appeared to enjoy and when appropriate we
nodded and smiled. When she was done and
after a humming pause we all spoke briefly
about how happy we’re now that we are sober;
and I thought, am I the only one, telling lies.
We drank coffee, but since a Californian lady,
with muscular thighs, was chairing the meeting,
we couldn’t smoke! There is a deep sadness in
rooms like these when people have to reassure
each other, till the great boredom descends,
on how happy they are now that they give
booze a miss!. Am I the only one? That ain’t.