the etching of memory

watching e.r., i remember sitting
next to you
all those years ago
and how we
sometimes began totalling out the
bills for everyone who
came in (at least what we imagined the bills to be)
and laughing.

i'd cross into the kitchen to
bring back another beet
and we'd share smalltalk
through commercials-
giggling about the coldness of
dr. benton and how many
of his like we've each seen.

i'd pop the beer as the
commercial hour (seems like)
came to a rolling close and we' were
pulled back in
to suffer with every child
and mother that crossed the screen.

2004-05-15 | 1:16 p.m.
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