Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Hank.

Hank
looked like
the sort of
guy everyone
wanted around
but he
wasn't.

I mean,
it wasn't like
there was anything
wrong with Hank,
he just
never
really
said much.

Comely
and well groomed
and successful
as Hank was
he just
didn't seem
the same as
everyone.

Upstairs

Didn't fit in
anywhere.

He'd stand on
the fringes
of the group
maybe birth
a half smile
and mutter
a comment
if he was
pushed
but that
was about all
Hank ever did.

People
got to wondering
why they'd
invited him
whose friend
he was and
isn't he
weird and
a little bit creepy?

The thing
was
Hank really
enjoyed
everyone's
company
he just
thought
about other
things.

Like once
at dinner
everyone was
talking about
a concert
the week before
how great the music
was and how
the price of tickets
has really shot up
lately and don't
even start on the
price of drinks
jesus
and Hank was staring
at the painting
of a farm
hanging on
the wood panelled
wall of the Chinese
Restaurant thinking

they better
close that barn door
it looks like rain

and from
a distance
to his left
he heard

Earth
to Hank

and
everyone laughed
and he said something
like

I was just looking at
that Barn Door

and they stopped
for

a
single
moment

everything

stopped

until they
rolled their eyes
and slapped
each other's backs
in derisive ecstasy
and choked on
food and drink
and laughed
and laughed
and laughed
and later
that night
they all got
together
saying,
we've got to
get rid of him
it's time
to let Hank go
and they
did.

They
started
planning things
without him
secretly
at first
making sure
he didn't find
out.

The next week
they went out
to dinner and
all they did
was talk about
Hank.

How good it was
that he wasn't there
and
remember when he
and
oh god and that time he
and
what is with his?

Hank Hank Hank.

Meanwhile
Hank
sat alone
in his home
and thought

I might open
the door
and see if the stars
are out tonight.

1 comment:

  1. i like hank. i would be friends with hank.

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