has been talking with a fake
British accent
ever since
the Queen died.
we're having tea and crumpets
on her veranda.
lovely day, isn't it, she says?
the roses are quite
stunning
for this late in the year,
don't you agree?
her little finger is straight
out as she sips
from her porcelain cup.
she's wearing a frilly
dress that i've never seen before
and a tiara.
she's from the Bronx.
i nod to what she's saying,
rolling my eyes.
i think about getting her
some help,
but i figure this will pass
once the month long
funeral procession is over.
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