of my father's flame, his
part time
assistant slash nurse
wants a raise
and a severance package
after
the flame goes out.
she hands him a pill
each day.
trims his
hair, cuts his nails,
and sorts through his mail.
not much else.
occasionally
she'll help pick him up
off the floor
when he falls.
she tells me, he's cranky.
he's hard
to deal with.
he won't do what he's told.
i tell her, don't quit,
just yet.
the finish line is in sight,
he only has
a few more laps to go.
i offer her fifty dollars
more to stay on,
doing what little she
does, but no
severance pay, that's a giant
cup of crazy.
she says okay.
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