– Where are we going?
– I should have worn my blue suit to match the doctor’s blue eyes.
I knit while we wait to admit him.
– Ah, nevermind. Let’s go home. It’s not so bad.
I say goodbye before I leave the hospital.
– See you in a few hours.
We hold hands.
– God willing.
He wakes up at home.
– Are you hungry?
He can’t sit up.
– I am nourished by your beauty.
The next day, he sits in his electric chair.
– How’s the pain?
– I’m doing good.
He says, weathered.
– The painkillers kick in?
– No, my dirty mind.