without
a bag of something to eat,
nuts,
or chips,
candy,
some sort of salty snacks
or sweets.
he'd nibble,
one hand in the bag.
one hand
on the remote.
i can see him now.
hear him crunch
and smack
his lips,
as i carry the battered
easy chair out to the curb
for pick up.
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