blamed his wife for everything.
timeout, his back pain,
bottling, parking meters, rain
and even life. She was able to maintain his composure,
and, perhaps because they were not alone in the room and did not want
be too predictable,
replied something nice.
The guy was not paying attention.
was busy moaning, groaning, writhing on his throne
to tyrants,
gesticulating and blowing like a wounded hawk
.
Shame on you, he scolded.
You should have knocked on the door.
You should have talked to the nurse,
I see here that we
over an hour waiting to serve us, damn, damn
useless.
Some people, like words,
fall into disuse. Become fragile and ridiculous
fade, go off, fall apart.
And as old words that no one named, one day
choose to die to make room.
And there are others
more obtuse, more selfish,
who resist.
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