Delegating

Delegating

8.15. Kids out, day in
the old man’s on a double shift
Gill settles with a brew
she needs a lift.

Good morning Lorraine,
then Trisha,
(not Kilroy, with your shifty eyes).
Lose the fat or lose me!
Gill sighs
chews her toast.

Ought to walk the dog
later
nicer to curl up inside
lie low
hide.

Choices:
Home style, or This Morning?
Gill hits the phone’s redial
offers a silent prayer:
Let me win Midday Money.

Clothes to fold.
dishes in the sink
no time for Gill to think!
she reaches for the hobnobs.

Happiness
is a pot of tea,
a bacon sarnie
and Richard Gere
reading poetry,
barefoot under a tree.

EC1 is gone
Gill is Julia Roberts.

Ought to get dressed
clear up this mess
cigs are running low
No
Back to the video:
Perfection.
Control:
the pause button and slow mo.

Gill loves that red dress, the opera
the diamond necklace.
She smiles,
watches his eyes twinkling
as he lingers in her hair.
So dreamy.

Gill helps herself to a toffee
soft, warm, creamy, it
comforts,
soothes
ther cheek, that burns under fingers
that aren’t there.

The phone’s ringing;
it’ll be Sue
trying to be kind –
another invite for coffee.
Gill groans.

Sue might give up soon
Gill hopes,
delegates to the machine.
Tonight there’re three good soaps.
It’s safer inside
rewind.
Just one more toffee.

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