Bath Time

I’m in the tub,

where every night

you sit and read,

turning the corners down

on the pages you like.


It’s been almost a year

since you banned me

from your life.  i know

your symptoms and

can never, ever tell.


You would damn me

to hell and outer Mongolia

if i tried again to get you to

ask your doctor about the

pill they give sometimes.


You know the one I mean.

It could have given us

a little more time. I really

liked living here, making you

French toast and bacon.


Now I only visit

when you’re gone.



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