Park Life

'You should be on a lead,
not my dog,' he said
to the skinny drunk woman
in the park.

Her jeans hung low on her hips.
She was wearing a crop top
with her belly showing.

For someone so thin her stomach
wasn't flat. It was round.
Protruding.

'Are you pregnant?' he asked her.

'Is she pregnant?' he asked his wife.
He was there, playing ball
with his dog and his wife
and his two small children.

Mostly the dog had the ball.
The dog controlled the game.
The rest of them
chased after him.

He put the lead on his dog
and they all moved away from her.

She lay down on the grass
and slept.

In the sun. Drunk. Drugged up?
Possibly pregnant?

Not good.
But what can you do?