Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

I Can Only Stand So Much

Those employees were all liars and thieves, she told me.
I zone out a bit, until I hear….My brother is a piece of dog dung.
I should have never let my sister back into my life.
I listen halfheartedly, wondering when the good will pop up.

Hear that? That’s the weird neighbor in the blue truck.
I am sure he is a psychopath. I am turning him into the cops.
He is going to run down somebody, I know it.
The neighbor on the other side of me is dead now.

I hope I didn’t cause it; I prayed she would die, you know.
I am in the throes of not listening any more
Because she is a relative and I cannot bear to think of her
in this way.
It may be my last phone call to her.
Anyway, the last one for a while.
I can only stand so much.

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L Milton Hankins July 19, 2021 at 2:55 PM Wouldn't it be a hoot if she were thinking the same things about you???? Makes me wonder. Was my brother saying all the same kinds of mean things I said about him? I don't know, and I'm not going to ask him. But, probably so! Caren Krutsinger July 20, 2021 at 7:46 AM It is sad when all this negativity comes out in every conversation; I feel she is in a horrible rut.