Nursing God

nursing-home-resident

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….

(please continue to read the rest of the poem at MadCrab,
an online literary journal, thank you)

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