I guess so,
a bit wet and predictable,
made of idle chit chat
and the crumbs of thin biscuits,
gently simmering under a lid,
sat next to a cheese sandwich at a wake,
a disposable bag filled with a billion pieces,
better in the hands of others.
She was asking the man in front of me,
but he was too busy swearing down the phone
waiting for his double espresso.
© Carl Burkitt 2022