Incident in a Filing Cupboard

[gringo]

Thank you, she says, we both needed that,
as if an intimacy had just occurred between us.
Old so-and-so really blew his top today, I say.It was always going to happen, she replies.

Unless I've blacked out for a moment or two,
nothing has changed, although I am aware
of an oil-film on my lips, as if I have woken
in the arms of someone entirely unknown.

The female thigh begins a steady atrophy
from the late twenties. These things happen.
Male muscle tissue slackens and weakens
from 23. I always have trouble with figures.

It's difficult, with both of us seeing people. One in seven of us doesn't have the father we think we have. Only 9% of what we say is understood in exactly the way we mean it.

Where do we go from here? That question!
I offer her a sheaf of processed application forms like a bouquet. All these numbers, I say, as if the intimacy between us had never taken place.