and sometimes your mom has to come to the xbi hospital hidden beneath the abandoned Dominick’s
and shes not happy.
“i thought you quit the xbi. i thought these were all lies on your blog. this is not right. THIS IS NOT RIGHT!”
and sometimes the nurse has to assure her that everythings gonna be ok, that her son was needed, which is why he flew out to chicago when he did, why he missed the sunset strip music festival
starring one of his favorite bands in the world, janes addiction.
because there was work to do in chicago. sorta dangerous work. but work he was super great at.
HE IS TOO OLD FOR THIS! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE COMPLETED IN HIS 20s! she yells
and the heartbroken nurses try not to cry while the doctors nervously smile.
he’s an amazing agent, your son, the polish man in the white coat assures her. he chuckles like the black doctor in the simpsons. he tells her, “somehow he always knows what’s going to happen next.”
“and whats going to happen next, mom, is we’re going to go to red lobster,” i told her as i woke up
pulled the cords off my hairy chest
and retrieved my bloody hawaiian shirt.
some jackhole gave me a white sox jersey
probably to see if i had all my senses about me
and i whipped it back at him
and they gave me a plain blue tshirt in exchange for my bloody rags
and my mom drove me quietly to the red lobster on army trail road and we ate and drank water and she steamed trying to hold back her anger
she gritted her teeth and said, your niece and nephew dont want to go to your funeral.
i said, momma, even deaths not invited to that bash.