Who are they to tell me who I am? These humans are out of their goddamn minds, why I know exactly who I am! But, I don’t know who they are, and that is becoming an issue. There is one particular human, he’s a man, or he thinks he is, and every damn day it’s the same thing with that one. I think he needs help.
“Dad, I’m your son…Dad, it’s me, Gary”…dad this and dad that…every single day.
He ain’t my son. My son was strong, and didn’t cry like this fella does. Every damn day I tell that nurse not to let that kid in here, but she don’t listen. I feel like I’m in an aquarium, and these idiots just come to look at me. Well, ya know what I have to say to that? A lot. I have a lot to say, but who’s listenin? That kid ain’t listening…I tell him to get lost every day, and he still keeps coming back.
I try to ignore these petting zoo people the best I can, and I’ve been eyeballing their routines. I know that Betty Lou La La Nurse likes to slip out for her cigarettes. I think if I can just hide out in the hall closet long enough, I can catch the door on her way back in. I was gonna try today. I really was. But, this really nice lady came to my room today. This lady, boy she was somethin! I mean, she was really somethin! She was as pretty as pastel lilies in the autumn sun, and her voice was moist molasses I tell ya.
That starlet shimmied into my room this mornin, dressed in lilac and rose colors. I was surprised, cause I’d never seen her before…I think I’d remember seeing her before! Well, we sat there for the longest time and she told me all about herself, and asked me questions, and we even listened to some Hank Williams. She was a little fresh with holding my hand, but I’ll admit, I kinda liked that about her! I told her my secret plan for gettin out of here, and she said if I do, I can take her dancin. Ah, I still got it!
Molly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw.