Tina

Housekeeping keeps knocking on the door, telling me to open up
I sit and listen

I’m the reason that the towel rack lies mangled, askew on the chalky linoleum floor
wondering how much this is going to rack up in charges
racking my mind for a convincing excuse because:
“I had a seizure while getting out of the shower” is a little too much truth
a little too much awkward silence
a little too much shifty eyes
a little too much tiptoeing past my room but barging in when a fork clatters to the ground
a little too much

room service keeps knocking on the door, telling me to open up
I sit and listen

I’m the reason that they can’t look me in the eyes anymore
They set the food down and backpedal out of the room
a little too much peace offering to an angry god
a little too much pointless ritual to appease a broken system
a little too much not knowing what to do or say because whatever you do or say won’t help
a little too much

Tina keeps knocking on the door, telling me to open up
I sit and listen

I’m the reason that her back aches from
a little too much sleeping on the rigid floor of her walk-in closet.
a little too much pushing around my big beautiful wheelchair-using self
a little too much weight gained from appeasing my sweet tooth

But, I will never be

a little too much

for Tina


Happy Birthday on African time as always Tina! Loves you! ❤

 

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