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In Charge

He crept through the dark.
“She must have her five a day.”
Noting marks on the chopping board,
how he’d become so au fait
with compulsion,
trimming his nails
while shredding broccoli,
topping and tailing,
boiling up cauli.
As dawn lit the room
he paused briefly, took stock,
checked thermometer and clock,
Wrote menu
for next few moments of life,
while his invalid wife slept
smiling upstairs,
knowing she had him
where he’d always wanted.

1 May 11

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