by Fred Johnson CHRSNDRSN/Unsplash The radio comes on at once and you say “What is it darling — ?” My, just all-day game shows — your favourites too, like Where Are My Fucking Keys? and God, Sandra, Is That You, Switch Off the Light, Don’t Look at Me — and you don’t, darling, you never do. We’ve filled the toaster with bread and forks —  real arrogance, and all those pretty faces pressed against the glass. It’s nothing, I say, nothing I’m not used to. Look here at my pastim