2011 Issue - Santa Fe Community College
2011 Issue - Santa Fe Community College
2011 Issue - Santa Fe Community College
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mistaken, that this had all been a misunderstanding. I wanted to offer<br />
him my last cigarette.<br />
“Usually, they’re much younger, fitter.” The husband eyed me and I<br />
sucked in my gut. I stared at a hole in my shoe. “They’ve usually got<br />
their shit together.”<br />
“I should probably go,” I said, but I only sunk my hands into my<br />
pockets, as if tethered to the unconscious woman who had bled onto me<br />
from her nose.<br />
“Did she even tell you about the tumor”<br />
I peered back through the sliding doors, at the pale man sitting in<br />
the waiting room, his hand swaddled with a towel soaked in red.<br />
“She used to at least use that as the excuse,” the husband said. His<br />
hands were white. “At least disclosed that much to the other boys she<br />
found.”<br />
Looking at the blue veins etched along his nose, I wanted to ask him<br />
about her, if she liked to knit or paint or shoot guns, if she slept with her<br />
socks on, if she was someone’s mother. The husband fussed with his mustache<br />
and I wanted to ask him the world.<br />
The doors behind us parted and a portly nurse emerged. The future<br />
trembled in the lines of her face. “She’s awake,” the nurse said. “She’s<br />
asked for the man she loves.”<br />
<strong>Santa</strong> <strong>Fe</strong> Literary Review 111