at a funeral E invited me for lunch, to visit sometime
I told him: realistically it won't happen.
Hub chastised: that was harsh.
E squicks me out, always has
leered, groped. the unapologetic letch
would be at home in some societies
but not me, not here, not now.
Shrug.
At the same time when his oldest friend nearly died
he was in shock. I was there.
To hold him is human, humane
not contradictory
Grief has its own separate dynamic.
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