full of mistakes

A glass of wine on the table,
a story on Instagram,
call from home,
call from my mom,
who doesn’t even have an account,

the news that spread,
the stories I heard,
the raising doubts ahead,
to end the call or to continue,
was up to me to decide,

on hearing my side of the story,
requesting me not to post such stories,
a silence prevailed,
to end the call or to continue,
was up to me to decide,

disagreements and arguments,
not just about today,
but a lot of catching up on the backlogs,
this meant a total waste of time and energy,
consumed was our day,

sharp pain in my head,
a sharp spike in her blood pressure,
required was some fresh air,
to end the call or to continue,
was up to me to decide,

with nothing else to continue,
nothing more to catch up on,
what else was her question,
what else was my response,
not going to talk for a week,
my mom knew how to end  the call,
rather sit and stare,
I decided why not,
celebrate these whispers,

with a post on Instagram,
with a picture of my belly,
with a glass of wine on top,
the fact is that no one knows the truth,

I may be alone or maybe with my partner,
or with my ex, or with my friends,
or perhaps a date night with my swimmer inside,
the possibilities and the probabilities,
endless will be the stories,
or should I call rumors,

a reality I can share, a lie I can tell,
to whom is up to me to decide,
with a hashtag, #chinesewhispers,

closed my window,
continued my drink and movie,
Interesting is the game Chinese Whispers.

– Mar 18, 2023