general hospital

you haven't talked to your mother
in a while, or seen her, because
she's been married to a man named
hitler, you've heard of him,
haven't you, and it's torture to
be in the same room with him,
but still, a drive over the bridge
would not be that difficult for you.
a pop in, short and sweet, hey
how you doing visit, some tea,
some stale pizelles, a little
gossip about the sisters, and she
could show you the poison
ivy she's been scratching at on
her leg. she must really miss
you, her second son
and wonder how your life
is going. so you dial her up,
and say hey, being cheerful
and perky. oh, hello, she says.
and takes a bite of a sandwich.
you can hear her sipping on some
ice tea too. you hear a man's voice
in the background, who the hell
is that on the phone. how come
he never comes to visit.
how are you she whispers
between bites. good, good.
you say, so what's going on.
oh, nothing. everyone is good.
everything is fine. she takes
another bite. you sound distracted
you say, and she clinks the
glass against the reciever, oh
no, i'm just watching General
Hospital, just watching my show.
okay, okay, what's going on
there? oh, you wouldn't believe
it, but...oh my god she says. i
can't believe that just happened,
amanda might be pregnant
by doctor woodward,
can i call you back, she says
hanging up the phone. but she
forgets to call. another show
comes on after that. you'll
try again tomorrow. maybe.