This is a public service announcement…and also a poem.
He makes you uncomfortable
When he drools
When he says something
with slurred speech
and he looks at you
expecting you to understand
So you nod and smile
That makes you uncomfortable
Well, when that happens, it makes him uncomfortable too
Oh I don’t mean the drooling and the shaking and the slurred speech
After 3 years, he is used to that
That’s his new normal.
What bothers him
is that it bothers you
He’s a smart man
He notices the difference
between a “nod and smile” of understanding
a “nod and smile” that says
“I have no effing clue what you said but I can’t be bothered to actually try to understand you.”
He notices the faces
of disgust you make when his drool drizzles
through his beard and pools in a wet stain on his shirt
He notices how people talk extra
slow and extra
loud and extra
peppy to him.
He notices how he eats
and how it draws attention;
he refuses to eat in public anymore.
and it makes him uncomfortable too
So, excuse me if I don’t give one flying fart how uncomfortable he makes you.
Being him makes him uncomfortable enough as it is.
Start getting comfortable with being uncomfortable
Cuz my dad’s here
Get used to it.