In my father’s hospital room after the Heinz nutrition center was refused, about which I was told by “Mer” and Erlen, and I had put up a Kuharic painting of a deer leaping into darkness about which my father quipped, “maybe there is no magic reindeer,” after he was dx’d terminal, a visitor, male, Pitt professor gurgled about seeing Japanese playing in laughter, “they were just screaming and screaming,” said that one, my father morosely, “yeah…” now I wonder who the fuck he was.