Mom has started seeing things,
Not sure what’s real and not -
Now everything is real, altogether and at the same time.
Don’t let that man cough on my food, she commands
Indicating the tv announcer.
There’s some one in there, she confides,
Patting her pillow - She’s hiding in there.
Really? I smile and smack the pillow, thinking
To drive out demons.
Oh no, don’t - you’ll hurt her! Mom cries.