Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
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Tuna on White<br />
Matt Osing<br />
Coe Review • <strong>Issue</strong> <strong>22</strong><br />
I’ve got a sandwich. Tuna on white, wrapped in wax paper<br />
so they’ll know it’s mine, won’t eat it for me. This sandwich is gonna<br />
get me beyond the thank-you bleat of the limited egress system,<br />
through a door, another shift, eventually a payday. It’s the reason I<br />
never bitch, why the nurses all like me, why I get stuck with all the<br />
enemas.<br />
I get to watch failed career jocks with serious doubts smirk<br />
behind my back. Me with the hot water bottle and hose closing the<br />
doors one by one, thinking about my sandwich, how the kitchen staff<br />
should knock off the commodity cheese and surplus bananas, as<br />
these foods are binding.<br />
The residents are glad to see me because I tell them it’s all<br />
garden dirt to me. I like Sheila the best. For one thing, she agrees<br />
with me on things. Like when I say how nobody really knows the<br />
backs of their hands. “Faces maybe,” she says, but Sheila agrees,<br />
most people are lost. Shelia admits she is, says she’s tired of all the<br />
other aids speaking mother-ease as if she were an infant. Sheila’s 32.<br />
I tell her how I’m sick of the smirkers calling me big-guy, thumbing<br />
me up, high fives, telling me, “Hey, Rock-n-Roll Big Guy, Rock-n-<br />
Roll.”<br />
Sheila closes her eyes as I put her in the left Simms position,<br />
on her side, her one atrophied leg bent just so. Gloved, I stimulate<br />
her bowel with my index finger, insert the nozzle and unclip the<br />
flow. Sheila smiles to herself, and I know I’m right, right about<br />
people.<br />
Sheila has developed a hemorrhoidal tag, her anus like a<br />
tightly clustered raspberry pushing out one of it’s drupelets to ripen<br />
faster. People don’t really consider the backs of their hands.<br />
Sometimes when we wipe we get shit on the base of our thumbs.<br />
I showed Sheila a trick. If you splay your fingers, and press<br />
palms and fingers with another’s hand, then stroke two of the fingers<br />
as one, one yours, one theirs, it’s exactly what it feels like to touch a<br />
dead man’s finger, in exactly that way. Sheila will try it with one of<br />
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