The first Tuesday

We Talk About the World

his legs had atrophied beyound normal clothing size --- you could get two hands arounf his thighs and have your fingers touch.

he'd probably have fit into a sixth grader's jeans.

I remembered his fondness for eating.

wicker chairs

we slid quickly into the familiar waters of our old college dialogue

stopping like a chef to sprinkle in something

he urinated into the beaker

That's a unique way of looking at it.

with my dwindling days

in a reflexively cynical response

He laughed, and I was relieved that he did.

took the plates away

I feel their anguish as if it were my own.

he dabbed his face and waved me off.

I interviewed grieving family members.

for the suffering of people half a world away, was weeping.

Maybe death  is the great equalizer

Morrie honked loudly into the tissue.

He grinned.

I'm gonna loosen you up.

I readied to go 

The most important thing in life is to learn to give out love, and to let it come in.

Love is the only rational act.

the thin stubble of his whiskers brushing my face.

he whispered.

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shrug 

giggle

nasal breathong

agitated

squim

What comfort do we find in all the noise?