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.