CAN’T HEAR YOU

 

Hey hey hey, where you going, Stanley? Who made this mess?

Can’t hear you.

Who went into the trash, took out the wrapper, chewed it up into little pieces and spat it out on the rug?

Can’t hear you.

Stop pretending you can’t hear me, you know darn well you shouldn’t be doing this.

Can’t hear you.

And what about when we’re walking outside and I call you to get back on leash?

Can’t hear you.

You know perfectly well that in the woods you can be without a leash, wander near and far, pee and smell at every bush, but on the road you go back on leash. You’ve been doing this for years!

Can’t hear you.

Only now you run away when I want to put you back on leash.

Can’t hear you.

You think just because you’re totally deaf you can get away with all these things?

Can’t hear you.

I’ve had it with how you can’t do this and you can’t do that. I’m trying to relate to both you and Bernie with compassion and understanding—

Can’t hear you.

The other night you scratched yourself against the small bed stand, down went Bernie’s cane with a smash, followed by the phone which beeped and beeped on the floor—all in the middle of the night.

Can’t hear you.

Do you know how many times I say something to Bernie and he tells me he can’t hear me?

Can’t hear you.

You do this, you do that, you take care of those you love, and nobody pays you any attention.

Can’t hear you.

You feed the birds, give them water, shop, cook, feed the family, do the laundry, change the bed linens, give you your hip medicines to keep you going, and does anybody notice?

Can’t hear you.

Move the rugs on the floor to help you stay on your feet, move your food bowls to the rug so that you can bend more easily, take you out walking in all weather, drive you over to Leeann, go to—

Can’t hear you.

I’m trying to do the best I can, damnit!

Can’t hear you.

One day one day, Stanley, you’ll be dead and then you’ll really not hear me.

When I’m dead I won’t be deaf anymore because I won’t be me anymore. Then maybe I’ll hear you a little better.

Yeah, maybe.