Disappointed

Deadpan glares

Everyone disappointed

The pain is palpable

I had almost made it

I had nearly made it

Why were they mad?

They should have helped

The grandfather clock looks down

The hands are at five and seven

They droop, frown

Disappointed. Everyone is

The etching above the face furrows

My father’s face furrows

“You need to learn”

Today?

“You’re too old for this”

They shouldn’t be mad

It wasn’t the carpet

The tile was cold

But it is warming

I warmed the tile

I never even like the tile

I’ll clean it up!

“No, go take a bath”

“Get in the bath”

They’ll clean it up

That will make them more disappointed

Disappointment

Once I fix this

It’ll be another fault

I’ll never escape!

In the bathroom

I stare

The toilet stares away

Porcelain white, innocently

Avoiding eye contact

You and me, I said

We are going to get along

I’m going to sit on you.

Every. Day.

And you know what?

You’re going to like it. And that’s that.

And I’m going to like it. And that. Is. That.