If the very worst way to die
is drowning, or fire in the lungs,
or having taken poison that
you thought was medicine, or
anything; the very least bad
happening would still be very bad.
This is a fair assumption, Patrick.
You have red hair now in a quiff,
and a short beard that is neither
too bushy nor too neat. Like a man
into the aesthetics of a little hatchet
with pastel bands on the wood handle
and a wrought steel head honed
by a Japanese master.
Maybe you come from the west
now until Russia and then Alaskan
immegrants. I haven't asked you
about that yet, but I will.
How is the design career going?
When did you last make pressed tofu
on the barbecue fire escape? (That
was dangerous.) And gave me
a handful of aspirin and said
"Keep some of that for later?"
