PS

I had to. I called them in, sat them down And quietly read them the riot act: "You've taken over, you two, Ever since 13 June, Turning me inside out, You turned me inward - With no room for the others. Too much time, over four ward visits, Too much time behind Closed blue curtains, Trying to figure it out, What to do, how and when: Me, me me While outside the closed blue curtains, The others, their lives, their stories, Their both worded and wordless Eloquence and expressions, I missed far too much. And now, Nausea and constipation, Just go. Go." (Constipation - One word that should neverever Be in a poem...but there it is... Oops. I know, I know... It's awful.)