My dad is in a strange building
talking to chairs
and plants
and pictures,
surrounded by strangers.
I put him there.
I decided
to take him from his home,
and move him
to a strange building,
where I will visit him
and then leave him,
in a strange building,
with strangers,
who are paid to care for him,
because I am not
anymore.
I do not know how to be
okay with this.
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