Endless

My cup is empty

she snarled, rattling it

upside down to show me.

Her coffee gone,

she’d forgotten she drank it.

I refilled it,

thick and bitter,

from the back burner.

You think it’s a party

taking care of you?

Fuck you! she said

reading my mind.

Then called me by

Dad’s name,

as she spooned sugar

into the cup.

 

© TDR – 2019