Shoe Dial, part 2
“hey bud,” he replied.
craning neck to see
knees bent lounging
in front of tv on floor
bringing empty frozen food trays
with bits of rice left inside back
“how was ur trip?”
“how was the tip?” he misheard.
“trip. how was ur trip.”
“oh it was nice, golfed most the time.”
coughing. nap. later
channels changing from whatever
to loud vietnam documentaries
and even louder humane society
commercials. retreating to books