that my father's new
87 year
old girlfriend might be
trying
to steal his money.
she brings him
cakes and pies
twice a week and rubs
his shoulders
and back
with baby oil.
he's 96.
i try to erase the visual
out of my
head, but it's difficult.
sometimes she whispers
into his ear,
and asks for his
pin number to his
savings account.
at least that's what his
maid, Candy, says.
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