I found the photo of a guy I'd slept with on myspace.
I saw an ex-lover at the market, rue de Poteau,
but he didn't see me.
I thought of you.
I thought of Mike, but didn't call.
Of Habilis, of his palpable lust oozing from the screen, probing me.
Of fr_nck, of the Google keyword his curious women will find.
Of you, of the one intimate momentwhen you leaned down to me
as I whispered in your ear.
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pour Monsieur Os
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... Mike had been on my mind, so I phoned him today on my lunch break. His wife answered, and told me that I couldn't speak with him, as he was in the hospital. In fact, being operated on right at that same moment. Something found in his lungs, besides prostate cancer.
I called in the evening to hear the news. They opened him up, and closed him up again : cancer everywhere.
... and I was not surprised, ad Mike hasn't felt well for years. privately he told me that he wouldn't see a doctor, especially if he had cancer.
He smoked like a chimney, but that wasn't it; he had emphesyma not from killer tabacco, but from the desert sand on his secret missions as a special op in Africa, chasing the bad guys.
... I will go to see him, if he so desires, before I leave on vacation at the end of the month.
And not knowing if I would see him again.
To you, Mike
from your VND
That's truly a striking image! I love it!
xoxo,
nina
kiss**
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