she mumbled 

he heard 

          I know baby I know he didnt know like she did  had he theyd both be in there 

she mumbled it again

he knew 

         however to admitconfirm it would exposehave him walking the street in broad daylight 

he was looking for a gangway alley dirt path founded by animalsanything to take him awayto obfuscate  duck into if only to buy him five minuteshafhour

No no she moaned I donwanna be here I want out I want out  I want out

 

   she wasnt talking about the hospital 

he knew that 

             he was trying lies on to comfort himself     she wanted out of the hospital 

I want out

I want out I want out 

                       froth on top the saliva he wiped from her lips

knowing her shed manage

perhaps not to her plan

but shed manage 

   she did

“ . . . general vacuity aside there seems to be a ceiling to well-being. My guess is that you can only be so happy. While there seems to be no floor to sorrow. Each deeper misery being a state heretofore unimagined. Each suggestive of worse to come.”  Stella Maris  Cormac McCarthy

1PMish preferred,  Sunday,  15  1. 23

Robbie Nevell  C’est La Vie  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGtf9QfITQw