your mother is the type of woman
to kill her fish from overfeeding,
believing they are still hungry
.
my mother is the type of woman
to say, They’re fine
and a week later, find them dead
shrugging off her neglect
.
I am the type of woman
to rescue the sick in the stores,
bring them home after thorough preparation
control the entropy of their environment
(because I never could for you)
only to lose them to disease anyway
.
you are the type of man
to take one look at the mortal creatures
and tell yourself to remain unattached
it makes it so much easier, you say,
to feel nothing
when they’ve
gone
Just Thoughts 