Pete
with a whisk over a stainless steel bowl
I made mayonnaise with two whole eggs instead of yolks only an amateur mistake as such mayonnaise would require a vat of oil to thicken into stiff spreadability the furious whisking seemed eternal crook of arm muscles aching and a brow that would have been all-a-sweat if the kitchen were not so bloody cold
and you called me on the telephone
you said he’s gone to hospital something’s wrong with his head and because you were sleeping together on the sly you needed me because only I knew why you were so particularly upset I said it’s fine he’s in the right place by which I meant what has he taken and with what has he taken it and has he taken too much so I went back to whisking as physical exercise is good in the face of could-be-bad news
and you called me on the telephone
you said he’s in a coma that he’s not coming out of fuck what and I dropped the mayonnaise on the floor and I drove you to the hospital to half the town and two bottles of whiskey the most sober party I have ever been to at two in the morning we ate chips from the vending machine and though I was fresh from quitting med school I didn’t know what to do in a hospital I forgot not to cross my fingers
rumours circulated with the whiskey
that it happened when he was having sex and not with you shockingly dead at thirty-eight we filed in to hold his hand there was nothing to be said but fuck what and also very quietly I love you
though the machine was still there breathing
and squeezing his heart he was so gone his lips already waxy and closed at four in the morning we filed out with a hangover worse than we had ever tasted
and on the fourth day I was in the shower
because only under warm water is the mind safe and quiet and he was sitting in the bathroom in his faded black as before freshly lint-rolled to clear the cat fur with his eyes half closed I wrote hello sailor to him on the glass I knew he shouldn’t be perving but he was a dead man so I smiled
it is thought that for three days they
settle in and on the fourth day they take to roaming either way the cheeky fuck came to look at me in the shower and dissolved again into steam
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