Margaret meets her mother
for lunch at Edna’s.
They like the Calorie Counter
& the waitress with her hair
in a bun knows them
& calls her mother ‘dear’
as she pours their tea.
Her mother just had her hair
lifted & shot with blue stuff
at the dresser’s.
Grinding her gums
Mom contemplates the custard bar
& remarks how the media
keeps picking on that
nice Stephen Harper.
Margaret smiles beatifically
& rocks the baby’s stroller
to show she cares
her void momentarily filled
by the scratching sounds on 649s
& the clatter of porcelain cups.