into the last station
at the end of the line.
who are you to say what it feels like?
who are you? why am I here? in kindergarten,
the hospital, the nursing home, the memory clinic,
any fucking euphemism you want to call it so let's
get real...or not.
comb your hair! and while you're at it, my shoe size is 4 1/2
so don't bring me those clown shoes, don't throw me the gauntlet,
don't scare me with your ideas or tell me you love me when you don't.
i know who you are. don't worry, i know what you believe or think you believe and let's face it, it doesn't matter because this is my life. this is life. you'll see.