Your heart attack
is waiting
in the yard
Let the grass grow knee high
a sweaty boy hired
to do an inadequate job
much preferred to death's hand
in newly slaughtered
bits of grass
lurking in the bag of the mower
your stability weakened
hoisting and dumping its contents onto a hill of brush
Move away from the stove
feed me a can of soup nightly
your frustration over onions and cornbread
swim in my food
I fear a lonely dish towel
curling into flames
scarring you forever, ruining our home
our hearts throbbing and full of sugar
from yet another cake
as the rafters crash
Welcome the delicate banners of cobwebs
in each corner of the living room
your potential for paralysis
and my resentment of it
perched in the slip of a foot
one wrong rung of the ladder
a rag in your hand
stroking the blades of a ceiling fan
instead of my skin
Sit beside me
on the sofa
Old Man
unless you suspect
it might cause
a stroke
for at least one of us
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Age brings a particularly specific fear of the future.
Gary, it can all go so wrong so quickly. One's invincibility completely dissipates. Thanks for reading.
So tense and hyper-vigilant. I sure welcomed that brief warm moment of "sit beside me on the sofa Old Man" but you didn't let me rest! Well done.
Your opening is perfect in its sparseness.
AND "your potential for paralysis and my resentment of it perched in the slip of a foot
one wrong rung of the ladder
a rag in your hand
stroking the blades of a ceiling fan... so excellent.
*, Angela. Cautions and concerns delivered in such well-written verse.
"...for at least one of us" Ah, a touch of grace for us old goats. *
Carol, Gita, David and Mathew. Thank you for reading and I'm glad it gave you some pleasure. Best to each of you.
Intense. *
Can be. :)
Not a point of view heard every day. Nicely done!
Epiphany - Yes, well. One day further down the line you may recall this and smile, I hope.
Really enjoyed this--the tone, the specificity, the wisdom lurking in the lines.*
Gsry, I appreciate your reading and comments.
I loved this part:
our hearts throbbing and full of sugar
from yet another cake
as the rafters crash
And the end made me chuckle.
Nice voice. I second what Gita said regarding the opening. *