The Orientation

It' gonna take a second.

three figures sitting near in the driveway

flanking a small old man in a wheelchair

his face was gaunt

waiting for me to emerge

He smelled faintly sour

He fussed with his wheelchair 

a stout Italian woman

hummus

tabouli

he brought some pills

sighed

his cheekbones more pronounced

harsher look

I drive a beat-up Mercury Cougar.

I seek my identity in toughness

He is an easy maker

to help them keep their student defernents

more of a slob than I am

spew

It cracks me up. The whole time I know him. I have two overwhelming desires: to hug him and to give him a napkin.