Igor awoke out of his coma
in a hospital bed to the blaring
sound of the hottest band in
Russia; the UK were announced
in English & Russian; the nurse
in whites tapping her white
pump's toes to the throbbing
regaling of the several singers.
Unable to speak, Igor reached
for the pitcher of water & glass:
seeing him alert, she became
overjoyed. Pouring the water &
handing him the glass, Igor sat
up his eyes clear, his breathing
shallow; "This is the UK," she said
in Georgian. He thought she meant
England, laying back muttering,
"What the ****..."
He had been dreaming the whole
time of robot prostitutes. He wished
he could go back into the coma.