Grimbeau

By candle.

Mind’s eye flix…instead I stalk

awkward, push his wheelchair, crossing,

three-point-turning,

tricornering, crossing back,

leant on bedstead,

with free limb, revolve said chair, repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Sit and sweat and look

and realize why he smells off.

The do it again.

And again. Again.

Waiting for…forgot.