Elderwood Village
After the man
in the old age home yelled
“I’m no kid” in reply
to the infantilizing tone
that bore “Eat your din din,
sweetie," his caregiver took
the hands-up-in-arrest tone—
exaggerated, to fake
cool nonchalance—
of someone anxious
to settle an erect cobra.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)