I took you out to dinner to celebrate
Your upcoming Rehab stay.

I took you out to dinner to comfort
You when you missed the train.

I took you out to dinner to celebrate
Your upcoming Rehab stay.

I took you out to dinner to comfort
You when you missed the train.

Eight years and a thousand meals
Shared in the cavern of Disillusion.

Everything echoes in that space,
Each day, each year, acrid tastes amplified.

Our children grew up bitter and hard.
You grew also: thin, dirty— hollow, filthy.

I tolerate your raging desperation,
It contrasts the startling beauty of Before.

I wonder what kind of meals
We could share if you made the train?

The love of my life: a desperate zombie,
Where shall we eat tonight?