this cough, my friend says over
the phone
from his hospital
bed.
it's my lungs, too many
cigarettes, they tell me.
i hear
him gag
and cough some more.
hold on he says,
muffling the phone
with his hand.
i hear the nurse come into
the room
bringing him
a tray of food, taking
away
his bed pan.
i'm back now,
he says.
my gown was stuck
behind me.
i wish i had a cigarette,
just one more
before i die.
what were you saying?
go on,
go on, you were talking
about your
summer plans.
why do they keep bringing
me Jello,
he says.
i hate Jello. but tell me
more.
tell me all
about the beach you're
going to with Ginger,
the blue water, the white
sand.
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