Thursday Winter

yeah, well, humans are messy
I keep a garbage bag next to my toilet,
for the accidents, when a shower comes in handy -
god, so much shit and blood, and just, gore
everywhere

he stopped me in my tracks
“I might need to see a doctor about this”

this? this
cancer? times 2?

does he know the death sentence
we’re all under?
by the passive-aggressive slamming of the wooden salad bowl
our son has to wash and dry, stealing dirty looks at me,
because it’s alway my fault

I reached for the binoculars,
when black birds sat 50 feet above me,
clicking and smacking
their clickety-smackety song

look up, Bev

Originally published at https://carolbankswebercoggie.wordpress.com on February 11, 2021.