Girlfriends

Yesterday, the boss decided 

I wasn't efficient enough

to be paid during a pandemic.

The boyfriend felt

that the waterworks that followed

this terribly timed firing 

were hormone driven hysterics-

not to be encouraged,

not to be taken seriously.

The landlord threatened to evict

me unless I suddenly metamorphosed

into a married lady

(because what else would 

lable me settled enough

to be leasing myself a house?).

But the only real reason

I would call it a bad day

wasn't because I got fired,

or dumped,

or rendered homeless-

these are just adult problems

you can't really escape.

It was a bad day because

I finally hit rock bottom

but my girlfriends were too busy

quarantining

to come and laugh with me 

as the year billowed on by

and time's merciless attacks

left us confined 

to a two dimensional screen

while my life went up in

flames.