with the aging husband,
separated by
drywall, and a floor,
now
in the basement.
old and sick,
an invalid too soon.
his finger
on the bell.
no insurance.
obese and penniless.
what was there to do.
but feed him,
pay his bills,
do his laundry.
yell down the stairs and say,
don't wait up,
i'm going out.
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