You tell me you wish
to pay me back
for those dinners out
when you were in school
surviving on macaroni and cheese.

You offer me a trip to Paris
as reimbursement for the down
payment on the used car
that burst its radiator
as you drove off the lot.

But all I reallly want
is for you to inspect the bruises
I develop in the nursing home
and make sure they aren’t suspicious,
to come and read to me so I hear something
other than my ghosts from the past,
to make sure they change both
the sheets and my diapers.

I only ask that you help
keep the flies from my eyes.


Author: compasionatecritiques

Michael Eaton Bio Grew up in Littlefield TX and ran around with Waylon Jennings little brother. In high school lived and worked in a funeral home. First came to Austin in 1960 to attend UT. One year later enlisted in the Army. After serving came back to Austin and managed the Texas Theatre on the Drag. Was there when Whitman went on his killing spree from the Tower. Before completing school, decided to go to San Francisco State University. Moved there, and became a hippie living in a commune until graduation with a Masters in Creative Writing. Then came back to Austin and became partners in a stained glass studio, a business in which my eldest son is still involved in Houston. After two more children arrived, needed to make more money and became a new home salesman. Now retired. Recently have just completed conducting two poetry classes in assisted living centers for the elderly in Austin and Wimberley. I write poetry to stay sane in a sometimes insane world.

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