Jo Rigg
There was a lot of waiting.
A succession of bland rooms
in the last of which Single Ladies
by Beyoncé was on the TV.
I’m not making this up
and it was before the sedation.
I will admit to some wooziness after.
There was no tea and biscuits
to help me recover. Or maybe
there was and I just don’t remember.
My mate Keith came and met me
since you can’t leave alone.
We had a pint in town and I smoked a few fags.
He joke tripped me up when I went to the loo.
On the crowded train home
he found me a seat.
Jo Rigg is a web developer, writer, language learner and runner based in York. She has recently returned to writing poetry after a long hiatus.
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