My mother is talking and talking to the repairmen.
She concocts elaborate pieces of business and little
Speeches about the trash bags - You do it just so, And such and such. All day she does this. I’ve Changed trash bags a few times I tell her.
I don’t know if it’s the opiates or some other sickness
Come to visit. Helpfulness is difficult when someone
Thinks she must tell you how to change
A trash bag I tell people. There are medicines now
I tell people. But I am the bad guy.
I should wear a black hat like in an old western movie.