A Stroll and A Bitch
It’s back to the Victorian era.
We meet up with friends
for a “Covid-safe” stroll and
a bitch about everything.
I’m singing at a funeral tomorrow,
she says, and can you believe it,
my kid is 2-years old today.
Two years locked down with a baby.
I can’t breathe if I think about it.
Nobody watched me before – but now,
I’m watched all the time, she says.
sympathetic friend that I am.
I baked bread this morning,
I tell her,
and it sounds so lame
that I nearly limp.
Going off-piste without a prompt. Image is from Public Domain Review Four Victorian Witches ca 1875.©Misky 2021 Shared with #apoemaday on Twitter