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Mike James: Notes Towards An Informal Elegy
a nurse at her desk said, as i walked past,
your friend is very profane
yes, i said, he cusses creatively
in two languages
***
your hospital gown’s as big as the bedsheet
i’m surprised it covers you
you seem too large for the bed and the room
your breath weaker than yesterday though
***
i always joke at how fat you are
say you are like orson welles without the genius baggage
say you are big enough to “make it a threesome” when you masturbate
you call me snow white and dumbass and three or four words i never learned to spell
***
if i count up all the phone conversations
there are hours and hours
i could add them, make a week or two or three
eventually, i’d have to quit counting
the hours would run out like they do
like the vending machine runs out of junk food or we run out of change
***
i’m going out for coffee and a fish sandwich tonight
if the steelers win, i’ll make it an irish coffee
if they lose, i’ll go back and drink alone
for Jack Wolford, d. 12-16-2005
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Copyright 2016 Mike James
Vox Populi 
Looking forward to hearing you read on Friday, Mike. Remembering Jack.
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