I found a poem that reminded me of you
I was going to leave it on your door
Because you said you did not want visitors yesterday
Well, I was dying yesterday! Holy Christ!
I hold my stomach as I laugh
He listens intently as I read it out loud
A flush in his cheeks betray his emotion
Thank you, I take that as a compliment
Who is this Charles Bukowski?
A knock on the door
Why are you here? I was expecting the governor!
It is the hospice worker
Oh Perry, I love you and bend down to hug him
His shoulders feel sharply bony now
I love you too darling in playful tones
I might just go to that Happy Hour today
I think that would be splendid
I say to a dying man