A New Ok

We sit at
the round table.
They
chatter about what
I should be eating
and formulate
strange adventures in
nutritional chemistry for her.

I gobble at the thawed meal
that was delivered in the
early afternoon before she
and I left for her chemo.

I grumble.I rage at those
uppidy pretenders;
but we are
sitting at the same table.
And many would say
we are conversing.

This poem was published here: http://gnosisonline.net/