The pot luck party
starts in fifteen minutes.
I plan to bring something funny,
a smoked fish, head attached, maybe,
but mostly just to be able to tell K. the story.
This is a way of being friends--first
foreshadowing, then completing,
a kind of comedy that winds its way
back to Virginia nights
where we traded time
like two hapless drinkers
paying each other
with the same silver dollar.
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