Ca3(PO4)2: rhythm

On rhythm . . .
Beat the rhythm; find a chord, a sticky end.  Bend with the sticky end, a sticky bend, the end.

“Jo was a friend I knew in the hospital, only for a few hours. Jo was assiduous in pursuit of eye contact but no sooner had she caught a man’s eye than her memory unglued and random names spewed.  Often bolt upright, she squeaked on damp PVC, her legs wantonly apart in her flimsy hospital gown.  She smiled at me hoping for a last grasping friendship or perhaps she knew my weakness.  All too soon for her geriatric appetite, her life peeled away and crisp nurses kicked orange swabs around the floor.  She croaked for her purse.  No bills, just paying a final farewell to the crumpled image of another man long gone”.

© Rivenrod 2011

2 thoughts on “Ca3(PO4)2: rhythm

  1. Something about the photo is as striking as the ache in your words, even though on the surface they don’t seem to match (at least not to the uninformed.) I can’t help wondering who they are.

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    • Interesting you should use the word, ache. And true.

      The people in the photograph. I know every one of them and yes, I ache for that time. It was innocence, striving to come to terms with a petulant world, but there was hope. It’s scrawled across each of those eager faces. If you could read their minds you would find love in their kinship and a common dream. I was the observer, the one taking the photograph.

      RR

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