The fitted sheet

We stood there In semi-circular fashion Tired and sore Absorbing What had been learned So far He grabbed The fitted sheet Tossed it this way and that Folding it Into a seemingly perfect square And one of us said How'd you manage To do that He replied You want me to show you The easy way Of folding up a fitted sheet And another one of us said Would you please I usually just ball it up And stuff it Inside my bag And that one girl Looked at us queer And asked in an astonished voice Your mama Never showed you that? And I almost ..spoke But I already knew It wouldn't make a bit of a difference So I left it alone Let her be blessed In living in a world That has mothers present For their little ones I didn't have the energy To explain Mothers who drink themselves Into oblivion Or chase their careers Because there's more satisfaction in that Than to wipe snotty noses And tuck their own into bed Or are so absorbed in their grief About their loss No matter if Imagined or real That they live in their own world Alongside their children Yet unavailable Nonetheless Those kind of mothers Couldn't care less How neatly you fold A sheet Fitted or not ~•~•~•~•~•~•~• a beautiful milieu https://youtu.be/0_s96vF-6gI Photo Mario Rui https://www.instagram.com/marioruirsilva/