Supervisor keeps insisting I go wash basins
of other patients but I tell him I’m busy looking for god
because she has gotten herself lost again,
her Alzheimer has been getting worse lately,
and how could you expect anything else.
She has been carrying a shit load of guilt
from when she was a pissed teenage mom,
and threw out Adam and Eve, for eating sweets before meal,
out of her apartment, changed the lock, and by the time….
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