Not so much a poem, more a word-for-word transcription of a bloke in the pub answering his mate’s question “How’s the wife?”

She’s OK, you know. Still strong enough to complain! … That’s not fair. The wound’s taking a lot longer to heal than we thought. I told the nurse we should let some air get to it, but she insisted the gel they’re using under the dressing on her stomach is helping it heal from the inside out … what do I know? We’re walking two miles a day. Same route over again. It’s reminding me of lockdown. It’s not exciting … that’s not fair. Her company is as alive as a thousand people.

Carl Burkitt 2024

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