grandma

a lonely wooden stool stood
tall and ready on the bathroom floor
lit only by a line of light
from a broken pane it creeped in
to grace this day.

algae trimmings run along
the tiles, the tub, the walls
a towel hung across the ceiling pipes
into a tight knot
rusty dots spot the mirror
where she would watch herself

climb onto the lonely wooden stool
who served her in the garden, by the phone
in her bedroom, kitchen, bathroom
only this time, she would fall;
end it all