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- Face Fuck Book # 148--Dr. Yahudi
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Face Fuck Book # 148--Dr. Yahudi
We met in Rome many years ago
Yahudi was an Israeli student
finishing med school
in love with classical music
Years later
when my aged Aunt's
Internist was killed in an auto accident
Who was sitting behind his desk as his replacement? —Yahudi
We recognized each other immediately
We jabbered a bit in Italian
our friendship rekindled
But life writes its own endings
After my Aunt's death
he became my Internist
Helped me through some minor crisis'
He was very much in love with his nurse
A tall shapely ebony woman from Haiti
strikingly beautiful
Of course no one was supposed to know
I would lend him my jeep
the keys to a summer cabin I rented
Three years later she was dead of cancer
I attended the funeral
her two children greeted me
her husband was silent
Time passed
Yahudi married
his mother picked
a child was born
We remained friends
exchanged gift and cards
would meet by chance
embrace as if brothers
The office called me early
the morning of a checkup
Yahudi was in the hospital
a brain tumor
I went to the hospital
he had refused visitors
the surgery left him blind
Little by little he regained some sight
was in a wheel chair
I would send him letters
printed in extremely large fonts
He would respond in chicken scrawl
I asked repeatedly to visit
he refused
Our monthly letters
turned yearly
I continued to write
offered to take him to concerts
anything he liked
he refused
I learned he had recovered
but would never practice again
still refused my visit
Did I remind him
of his once flourishing practice?
forced to abandon?
Was it another illness he was battling?
Did the brain surgery
alter his personality?
The fact that I knew of his affair?
The two burnt voodoo dolls I found
outside the cabin?
I don't know
Soon it will be time to write
I must prepare his letter....
- COMMENTS
twelveooneover 10 years agoI will post this as a one of the best examples on subverting linearity , it is that good, as regards to pacing, and to the fact that the reader CANNOT get to the end before you let him. Always a good thing.
erectus123over 10 years agoAuthorwhere the protagonist tells of people he has known, as if found on FB, however since most of the people mentioned were in intimate relationships, hence the FFB to denote the sexual aspect of the relationship--best regards, er
Kiki_catover 10 years agoNice poem. Especially the two burnt voodoo dolls - that really twisted it in. Why Face Fuck Book? 5 stars.
Ashesh9over 10 years agoPoem is Therapy / Solace for the soul .....!
