there's
a fat man lying on the floor
getting
CPR.
a defibrillator
is brought out by a waiter.
they stand
back and hit
the switch.
the man shakes his arms
and legs.
there's mustard on his
face,
a bite of pickle comes out of
his mouth.
he rises with the help
of his family
and goes back to
the plate on his table.
we continue eating our
pastrami sandwich on rye.
it's that good.
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