“You’re talking too loudly.
Keep your voice down,” she whispered loudly.
I said, “You spend 20-odd years
caring for deaf old people,
You tend to have to raise your voice
when you’re in this situation,”
I don’t do it on purpose.
I’m not even aware of it so be quiet.
“Look at that junkie across the street.” I said.
“Are you going to tell them off?”
Of course you’re not. You don’t care about him.
Yet he needs help more than I.
Speaking too loudly? Is that it?
Just how easily irritated are you?
Or is there more? There always seems to be some fault with me.
I’ve decided to give up. I don’t care any more.
You generally start my day like a tombstone.