he said –
screaming this as we’re
walking among the lilac trees
in the arboretum
while an old couple passes
our way. “Quiet”
I say. But he still prattles
on a couple of octaves
louder with his smart-***
going full blast with the cuss
words spilling out faster than
our feet and carrying
the sound further than I can
escape its presence. “I’ll call
the police” I tell him. That got his
attention. He stopped yelling,
for the moment
he must have
muffled the sound
in the therapy room
cause I was scared
and never seen
this side of him
must be
a full-moon –
in the afternoon?