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Connection Pause

So what if his wife’s son’s in jail
for drugs?

It’s just possession, right, and rehab, now?

It isn’t going to crush your cachet by association
with a troubled individual who needs help
and probably didn’t steal anything valuable

or rob someone with blade or barrel, so not
in a maximum-security joint—just medium.

So we can be medium-acceptable then back up
to top rating when he’s out sometime
in the innocent new year.

  John Zedolik __













Times Removed

My good friend cut down a suicide,
hanging insider of a neighbor’s house.
I believe he was available and near
that day, so the perfect choice to witness

the post-end of that soul and body whose
neck must have been ringed red by a rope
or bruised blue by a belt and whose other
attributes I must imagine since I am only

reporting my buddy’s task and effort
so blocked by his body of work, which I
certainly laud, but do not envy even though
his senses must have taken in the original

with its necessary inscription—sight, feel,
and smell. I take only the seconds or even
thirds, for memory further buffers, miles
weaker and safe from the self-closing.

  John Zedolik__


Intimate Accommodation

The boyfriend, disabled in mind
and body, required an aide when
calling upon his similarly bestowed

girlfriend, in the event he had a seizure,
guaranteeing the impossibility of privacy.
So, if the lovers became intimate, and a spasm

arose from the depths of the defect
and overcame that provoked
by affection and touch, help must arrive

from the couch in the living room,
administer the absolutely necessary
medicine even after the possible little death

  John Zedolik__

Business Formal

Death happens every day, right?
So why is this undertaker sporting
a white scarf that drifts to his belt?

And a sculptured mustache to boot—
at least he’s wearing a black suit,
but he’d probably prefer a tux

and tails to go with the scarf
and jaunty mood. I guess a couple
thousand bucks will do that, especially

if it falls to him several times a week.
I take the obit from his hand, say it’ll
appear in tomorrow’s edition, but will

edit to the paper’s specifications.
The cuts won’t dampen his spirits
or move him to ditch the opera wear

that I’m sure will carry him
like une carte blanche into and through
his next engagement with the living and the dead.

  John Zedolik__