We drank gin and little bottles of seagrams scotch on the plane ride over.
We played cards.

21 years......can you believe it?

And she still gave me that playful look she did when we first met.
The look that, in an instant, could melt my restlessness away.

Dr. Monroe on 43rd St.
Thats who we came to see;
and we never left this place.

She still played cards with me,
minus the scotch, of course.

She never spoke about death.

....and even at the end
she could muster up that playful look through her sad and tired eyes.

We would laugh a little,
Evelyn and I.

.....and at night i cried by her bedside
while
she
slept.

(All the sailboats and windy days
and then those days
that just stood still
where nothing in the universe
moved
but Evie and the Sun.

and she would dance lightly
through the hallways
singing to the other fixtures
and i

we would watch her.
and no-one ever complained)

Abnormally yours,
Max Supera.