She settles on the park bench, her stiff hands resting on her pants. Ma had to help me into my pants today, she thinks as she tries not to hurl. She tries to clench, she tries to clench.
She is settled on the park bench, with her stiff hands resting on her pants whilst her being sits on a park bench. The physiotherapist had said that she's making progress; why then, couldn't I put on my own pants. She tries to clench, she tries to clench.
She's there again - the woman on the park bench. A thought she repeats to herself as she repeats each warm up set.
She's there again, I said I'll go over and befriend her. A reminder she sends herself as she jogs towards and then away.
Tomorrow, if she's still there. Tomorrow, I'll go. I won't want to disturb or offend. A consolation she offers herself as she jogs home to Bass, her only friend; a tortoise as a friend, she can handle, but not live people. A tortoise as a friend is much simpler, she doesn't want to disturb or offend. She jogs home to Bass.
A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~