She had been crafting for years
weaving together all their fears
a blue hat
and a sculpture made of body fat
ear muffs to block the profanities
a knitted sweater to shelter their insecurities
shoes to shrink their swollen feet
slimming garments to flatten what they eat.
Her fingers have begun to curl under
leaving her thoughts to ponder
had she wasted her time
in service to others making sure they were fine.
A clock on the wall
click click it had begun to stall
she grabs a cane she bought for a bargain
forcing her feet to stand
on the wall she places a hand
she hit it with a loud whack.
She turned it around it let out a brief sound
no backing to be found
a quick shock
she had to regain thought
her left hand numb
I hate this clock it’s so dumb
she banged it on the ground
grabbing her cane to knock it around.
“Grandma stop that!
It is a fucking rat!
time is clicking by just fine.
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