poem: six or eight lines of acquaintance

six or eight lines of acquaintance
(ever waited that many weeks for a package? you’re either rural or old)
it’s good to see how, how are you doing, how fares the wee one (whose name I can’t recall)
(that’s three right there, shit) is it cold enough for you?
(yeah that’ll do, nearly there, just get through this)
okay great, gotta go, sorry, good to see you
(phew)


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