Mother ill with flue you said, you wanted to
take her home – she demurred but I spurred
you on; now this, your car broken down again,
tow truck lost and I didn’t come in person
Niece Denise came on her motorbike, a hero
from Highway Patrol brought you to my home
where you mounted up and vanished into the
night; much later you returned muttering you
Needed a cigarette – went wordless to bed
declining refreshment, voice showing your
hurt this morning – you blame the incident
on me, I shouldn’t have conspired for you to
Come since your car is kaput, should’ve helped
you escape awful highway peak traffic where
cars speeding drove you mad, we should have
left the car right there; the episode is my fault
I accept blame, wait for you to calm down to
offer apologies; I’m sorry about this experience
I shall never concur with anything involving
driving your badly behaved car very far…
[The volcano exploded, eruptions still occur,
your fury so palpable the house shudders still,
I was advised to let you get over it, I hope in
the future if a paid assassin has not ended my
life you will tell me what happened and let
me commiserate…]
Wednesday 14 August 2013
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