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.
*
pour Monsieur Os
... 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteHe 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.
ReplyDeleteAnd not knowing if I would see him again.
To you, Mike
from your VND
That's truly a striking image! I love it!
ReplyDeletexoxo,
nina
kiss**
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