Slight twist of the face,
Pause,
Deep heavy sigh,
Hands resting on hips.
What can I do?
You don’t have to do anything.
I can’t keep doing this.
You don’t have to.
Sunlight washes his hair.
Pause.
Lips slightly parted.
Words missing.
This is the last time.
I know, you’ve said it before.
Do you know what you’re doing?
I don’t.
Arms wrap around waist,
Pause.
Chest touching back,
Hand grabs spoon.
You have to stir it gently.
I am.
You have to keep it moving.
I thought I was.
Breath behind ear.
Pause.
Heave in his chest
Sizzle jumping from pan.
Do you need me?
No, go.
I can stay.
I’ll be ok.
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