Fitzpleasure
I thought it was good
God is good
Maybe she is good
No maybes about it
she is the best of the best
but a drool, spool vacant pool
indrains her frame core with
insane platitudes
She thinks are true
like Toby keith who lives in
Nigeria
and they fool around with her
and dabble in scrabblicous tools
that infect her habitable vaults
Why, Lord, why
I trust you.
but maybe it's my fault
I am sure it is.
I am sure I am paying attention
to my husband's ailments that i am
failing to see hers.
And she gets infected so that now
we have to pay attention and yet
it's our grandson who is suffering.
God, we are detrimental in our
tessellations
We should have been on top of this.
we should have not let her do her own bills.
not do her own therapist, who is not looking fully
at her depth of disease but thinking she is
cognizant of her own self as are her siblings
