The Caged Bird Forgot the Words
I sit and sip my coffee, and repeat the same words I always say.
It's Thursday, meaning Mrs. Jackie watched American Idol last night
and can't wait to see who gets eliminated.
She can't remember anyone on the show,
she really hopes Mariah Carey wins.
Mrs. Jackie has no idea what American Idol is.
She does not why she is here.
She does not ask about the metal grating around her windows.
She does not know to what,
but she knows she needs to get back.
She wants to leave her cage.
I watch her eat a chocolate filled with coconut.
She hates those, but doesn't remember until her first bite,
doesn't remember to trust me when I say things.
She gets mad when I don't bring her chocolates.
She likes when I get the mixed box and take the guide out.
She says it's the best part about trying something new every day.
I kiss her forehead and say goodbye.
She calls me by the wrong name as I exit.
I am not offended.
A tear falls like the elevator,
that brings me farther away from who I used to be.
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