I took you out to dinner to celebrateYour upcoming Rehab stay.
I took you out to dinner to comfortYou when you missed the train.
I took you out to dinner to celebrateYour upcoming Rehab stay.
I took you out to dinner to comfortYou when you missed the train.
Eight years and a thousand mealsShared in the cavern of Disillusion.
Everything echoes in that space,Each day, each year, acrid tastes amplified.
Our children grew up bitter and hard.You grew also: thin, dirty— hollow, filthy.
I tolerate your raging desperation,It contrasts the startling beauty of Before.
I wonder what kind of mealsWe could share if you made the train?
The love of my life: a desperate zombie,Where shall we eat tonight?