You keep running away.
Nurse: At least take your walker.
The one who scooped you off the floor like a doll,
over and over. You want to send roses.
House sold, sits there empty
as if waiting.
Your workshop, fifty-three screwdrivers.
Not a screw you couldn’t undo.
What do you do all day – dream
the dead are alive? this is all a mistake?
Remove hinges, lift down the door, easy now
keys in hand, car at the curb –
You know exactly what to do.
– Barbara Wild
