"So anyway, I didn’t get a flip phone

because the buttons had octogenarian proportions."
Its not like I am actually rude, I’m just surprised
To see you here, in this same taxi, after all these years.

He caught at some of the words that I used

In my effort to steady and comfort him

And clung to them. “And I was going to suggest to you

that you serve your eggs with hollandaise sauce in hubcaps.

Because there’s no plates like chrome for the hollandaise.”

I can quickly appreciate it because of the colors and the size.

I forget about my job when I look at these paintings.

I don’t think of anything when I see this.
Did he die from the chest, or the filling up of the fluid?