It's Still Life

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.

I smile,
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