i often wondered why
my friend's mother
had a fake
bowl of fruit
on the table.
why there was plastic
on the furniture.
she was always
in a dress with
her hair done,
her nails too.
always pleasant,
and cheerful, but
she wasn't fooling me
even at that age,
i knew she was up
to something.
no one is that happy
without wine,
and a pill or two.
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