Saturday, July 01, 2006

You are a Job


You forget that you are someone’s job
something they want to hurry away from
a way to pay bills, daycare, college fees

You remember when your butt goes numb
45 minutes of hard plastic pressed in soft flesh
You remember when supper comes late,

tea cup, empty, soup cold, or missing,
no tater tots, no salad, no grapes
each and everyday, irksome things you cannot undo

When help disappears and pain is invisible
though sniffed, scrubbed with disinfectant hand gels
you learn to plan many moves ahead,

wrap requests in ribbons, create sequences,
hoard packets of sugar, salt, pepper, dressings,
call for help an hour before the ambulatory
flee your immobile flesh for home.

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