Pair of Claws.

I saw my mom in a hospital gown,
The news was on tv,
MSNBC,
Talk of making divorces easy.

Some guy who is balding,
advice with a ring on,
Sings his own theme songs,
My father proclaims, “He’s got it all wrong.”

I have installed in the waiting room;
Downloaded myself while
My coffee gets chilled,
A rumbling stomach but I won’t move.

The walls aren’t all washed the snow white of plaster,
I leave for a smoke,
A getaway from the old
Stale recycled air that fills my chest.

Outside the summer rain falls to wind,
Moves the trees slightly,
Ambiguously,
The ting of drops on tables out of sync.

I am not worried,
I am still distracting myself.