Life’s a pitch

I met
this old woman
one time
at a bus stop.

“do you got money to
get me home?”
she asked.

I checked. no cash.
I shrugged.

her heavy eyes looked at me
full of cynical sly and
a broken smile,
and said,

“life’s a pitch.”

she couldn’t pronounce her ‘b’s.

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