Trying

I will. I really will.
I’m going to try not to
talk about the operation
or feeling well/ill.

I am going to try not to
talk about the good news
or the bad. I’m not happy.
I’m not sad.

I usually say, ‘ No,
don’t tell me. You’ve
already said too much.
You’ve splattered it

all over fb and twitter.
I couldn’t miss it…er…
perhaps you were drunk
or on medication?’

I think mine is wearing off.
I’m sorely tempted
to say something
about a pissed opportunity.

I’ll resist. Or try to.
It’s not easy. In fact,
it’s very trying. But if at first
you don’t succeed


Sister M