Susan is scrolling Sitting in her SUV Exhaust plumes behind Straw on lips, iced latte sips Johnny’s at his hobby now Double tapped heart Conceals the smiling faces Friends she once loved Seem so happy and fulfilled “When is the last time we spoke?” Notification Someone else likes what you shared Yes, Validation Attention or affection? Desperate cravings, fill the void Meticulously scheduled, she does it all She’s had it all Hard work, dusty résumé Two point five kids and a dog Mansion, two million Recently renovated Kept clean by Maria Quiet, paid: she’s just like fam’ly All these years, hardly know her Rear view mirror shows Daughter, a spitting image Mimicking mommy Phone in hand, shoulders hunched Consuming and coveting Advertiser’s dream Bottomless pit of desires Disposable cash Targeted ads know them well Can’t resist another good deal Johnny’s almost done He’s gotten entitled, rude That’s normal, though. Right? Shuts himself up in his room What is he doing in there? The sweet boy he was Now a distant memory X-box Live mean kid Expletives and racial slurs His hugs were so warm Where’s Susan’s mister? At the office late again Let’s pick up dinner Plastic containers for all It’s so easy, we’re busy Busy, so busy Unpaid labor, kid taxi We need volunteers PTA, Church, Baseball snacks Room mom, binge watch a rom-com Doesn’t want to think About the obligations This is her me time Turn it all off for a while Scrolling, searching. What’s missing?
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Never-normal, always-honest lifestyle blogger chronicling worldwide adventures, goal chasing, DIYs, and being the youngest mom on the block.
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February 10, 2023 February 10, 2023