he died
Jake told me that he'd
be out of there
by the weekend.
so pick me up at
the usual place on
monday morning.
seven thirty a.m.
sure i told him,
staring at the bandage
wrapped around
his head
after they went
in to remove
a cancerous tumor.
tubes were coming
out of everywhere.
the monitors beeping.
he spit some blood
into the little tray
left lying on his chest.
this is nothing he
said.
i've been through worse.
just wish i had a
cigarette.
hey, he said.
have you seen that blonde
nurse yet?
take a walk down
the hall when you leave,
she's smoking hot.
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