long retired from the navy,
but not life,
calls me late at night,
he sounds
out of breath.
i can hear a woman in the background,
his new
girlfriend.
he's ninety-five,
she's eighty-nine.
he whispers
that i have to send him
some Viagra,
pronto.
he thinks my cell phone
is a pill
dispensary.
i'm having trouble
here.
i've never had this problem
before.
i tell him no.
call your doctor in the morning
and ask him.
i'm not going to be the one
to kill you.
he hangs up
angry and calls my sister
in Florida.
she says no too.
he's got six more children
to try
and go to.
i can't sleep the whole night
because of this.
trying to shake the visual
out of my head.
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