BACON DAY

On Bacon Day in long-term care Murphy nudges his wheelchair speed a notch above permissible Monica summons the breath to whisper: “Crispy!” Minnie shouts: “More bacon!” In a voice she might have used for “Fire!” On Bacon Day in long-term care Norman makes a sandwich with his toast, Nellie tucks a sliver in her purse and asks for just one more, Her empty plate the proof of need. Nigel rouses from beneath the cloud for one uncommon bite. And though I would not choose to be the janitor mopping up the spills, Or the nurse with the needles, Or the ones who wipe the bums, The worst job of all might be For the one who serves the food Compelled to say: “Sorry, no bacon available” On Bacon Day in long-term care.