I Saw Them Making Love

on a cobbled side street only it didn’t look like love. He was small; she was tall and furious. I walked on, quickly. I couldn’t help but think of seaside postcards, the men with small penises, the women with huge breasts. But this was real, a woman in a party dress, hair up; the man naked but for a red hat. You can’t not notice something like that. Neither of them saw me. He went thrusting on and on and on. She leant against the club’s wall, looking as if this were happening to someone else.