Me. You. Coffee.

Maggie has drawings on the fridge.
And a shrine made mostly of Lego bricks.

There are photographs of smiling kids.
Toothy grins and dress-up wigs.

Maggie’s got unanswered texts
From Paul, or Saul or maybe Greg.

When’s the date? Tuesday week?
When did she say she’d meet with Pete?

A proud mother.
A disorganised lover.

On top of school lunches, cleaning and wiping.
Terrible at things like left/right swiping.

P.E. Monday. Bake sale Tuesday.
Sew the outfits for the same old Nativity.

On Thursday morning, coffee with Joe.
Or was that Friday? With Gary? Or Flo?

A reminder pinged on Maggie’s phone.

“BOOK A BABYSITTER!!!!” and “Bikini wax!!!!”
Aha, smiled Maggie, dirty dancing with Jack and Max!