This is not the first time in the course of this travail that I have asked the question. I suspect it will also not be the last.
He says
I’m doing better
But not better enough
To drop a medication.
When?
I ask
When?
He smiles and says
We’ll consider it
In four or five years.
I feel like the child
In the backseat
Of the car.
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
How about now?
Not yet.
Four years
Five years
A million years.
Are we there yet?
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