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Organ Donor<br />
1.<br />
I gaze through triple-thick windows. I have no thyroid and often worry that I will<br />
freeze to death. I often feel that I am freezing to death. My children find me pathetic.<br />
They visit me and, as they leave, I see their thought balloons: I never want to get that<br />
old. If I get that old, someone please shoot me. I should buy a gun now to have it well in<br />
advance for when I need it.<br />
) didnt raise them to be gun people. Theyre not gun people, so the names that enter<br />
their heads are only names: Glock (sounds deadly but messy), Walther didnt James<br />
Bond have one?), Lugar (harsh, Germanic), Colt (go out like an old cowboy, blow<br />
yourself out of the saddle). Bye, Dad! Have a nice day!<br />
And more thought balloons: What does he do with himself all day? They could ask the<br />
staff, but dont. They find my incontinence pitiable, but its sudden, unsummoned<br />
warmth is like a hint of Spring at the end of a long winter.<br />
2.<br />
But—ha ha!—I can still drive!<br />
When I slide my license out of my wallet to hand the cop, I see the heart at the bottom<br />
right corner, red like Colorado itself.<br />
A river flows red through black canyons—sinister, vampiric. I slept in a vacant school<br />
nearby, my wife and ) huddled like bats hanging from a caverns ceiling.<br />
The heart on my license, that cheerful valentine, represents the brief period after my<br />
death when my organs will fly hither and yon, packed securely, held close by<br />
messengers, to bring joy to desperate families. In this way, I endorse the concept of<br />
community, no matter how much I mutter under my breath about the general<br />
stupidity of humanity.<br />
The cop doesnt tell me that hes got a borrowed kidney. (e gives me a warning and<br />
sends me on my addled way.<br />
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