is it love, giving, family?
And when those are stolen
by memory spaces, holes, brain canyons
it's the drag of hours
if the right pill is in the right place
even a little kindness goes by the wayside
if the nailclippers don't face the right way.
Who are you? Wife, daughter, son, mother
Hungry, I'm hungry
Did you do that paperwork?
Who are you?