The pharmacy texts to say
my covid booster is waiting
and my flu shot too.
My booster sits with her legs crossed
in one of their uncomfortable chairs,
her foot swinging in palpable agitation.
She checks the time on her new device
in a pink glitter-encrusted case
with a few choice emoji stickers.
My flu shot sits straight-backed
with both feet on the floor
and reads a book.
She slips it inside a canvas bag
to check out the reading glasses,
the new ones, with animal print motifs.
One of these Friday evenings
I’ll wander in and bring them home
one in each arm.
Patricia Phillips-Batoma is a French to English translator and teacher who lives in central Illinois, USA. Her poems have been published in Plants & Poetry, Parentheses, Offcourse, and Tuck Magazine. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
2 thoughts on “Waiting, by Patricia Phillips-Batoma”
Margaret Kiernan says
Wonderful lines, Patricia.
Patricia Phillips says