Breakfast Conversation
“Iss bo to ra ay.”
“What?”
“Hiss bows to raytoay.”
“Try again.”
He has already taken a
bite of toast.
He sticks up one finger,
I call his unicorn signal.
I wait.
He takes a breath and
annunciates,
“It’s supposed to rain
today.”
That’s how our
conversations go
with him being a stroke
survivor
and me losing my hearing.
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