might be
a tumor.
cancer.
the end. this bruise
has been
around for three days.
is it just a headache
from too many martinis, or
is this it?
i've got the mayo
clinic on speed dial.
web md is on my phone.
maybe i need an x-ray,
an MRI,
a transfusion. maybe i need
a televangelist to slap me
upside the head
and make it all better.
i get a piece of paper out
and begin
to write
my will.
i put my son's name at the top,
i'll give him
nearly everything.
even though he forgot my
birthday last year.
then betty.
i wonder if she remembers me.
she can have whatever hasn't
spoiled in my
refrigerator
after they find me in a heap
with a piece
of paper in my hand
showing all my passwords.
maybe i'll give a thousand dollars
to everyone
i can think of.
even people that i don't like.
that will make them scratch their heads.
i can't think
of what else to do with
all this stuff, this money.
these things i've accumulated by
hard work
and saving. a tumor? what a
waste of time
it all seems to have been.
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