she brings cats into the house already
inhabited by humans — her husband
whose Alzheimer’s seems to have turned morbid
concurrent with putting down the old dog
they had shared sixteen years; and her forty-
something son a fully part-time caregiver
making pretenses of poetry and
occasional novelizing . . . lately
also the intrusion of convalescent
sister, once a mother figure, now a
constant irritant, stress upon a stress
camel broken-backed and parched, no water
in sight only slight respite now and then —
and thank God for the state social services!
David M Pitchford
22 Jan 2012
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