Hey there. Hey Jordan! Come over to my table, lets have a drink.

Its nice out tonight, ay?

Its been a while!

Hows everything been going?

I think I dreamed of you last night.

Or maybe I didn’t, maybe I saw you. Maybe I was with you. Not sure actually, I think I loved you.

How’s everyone? Do tell them I say hi, or maybe you don’t have to. I heard they all died on an airplane they weren’t on. Weird, ay? If you do run into them, you can just murmur an inaudible phrase to them, maybe gibberish, because it doesn’t really matter, does it? I do hope I see everyone again.

Maybe I will tonight.

But Hey! Lets talk about now.

Do you often come to this bar? I do.

That man up there doing karaoke, thats my wife’s boyfriend.

We’re here together, he’s a really cool guy.

Hey, five bucks says you can’t guess what he’s singing! I’m guessing its the great gig in the sky by Floyd.

Oh nevermind I forgot that song is almost entirely an instrumental.

His voice, or his sound, is just so mournful or fearful or orgasmic.

Weird, ay?

Oh, you’ve never heard it?

Oh, you don’t know the song?

Do me a favor check it out.

-Oh yes, a pepsi and water please.

Through the clatter of silver, ceramic, and glass a distant subtle female murmur is heard, “If you hear this whisper, you’re dying”.

Tags: ahmad sahli, poetry