Quibble
We quibble over everything
to the point that I fall apart
and nothing gets decided
yet the clock hands race and
we must come to agreement
time is money, big money
Conversing, you are as abusive
as when I went crashing into
bone breaking oblivion sailing
past my feet scrambling for stasis
landing in hospital for surgery
plate and thirteen screws in my arm
You beg me to let you come home
you tell me you are different
now that you are on medication
but you don’t sound different
you sound forceful and it is as always
all about you
You plead but you are you and I am done
You ask me to discharge you to die
you would never kill yourself but I won’t
risk that and so the phone calls go on
and now I won’t answer for I can’t take
abuse piled upon abuse as I sit here hurt
Sit here hurting and hurting and hurting
and you can only talk about your frustration
because you aren’t living in your lovely home
with your lovely wife that you so adore and
you didn’t mean to break my humerus, surgery
months of PT and loss of full range of motion
