Melrose Avenue at Four a.m.
on the car's seat
on the floorboard
freaked and desperate and helpless
saying shit like - it's okay - you're gonna be okay - we'll be there in a minute - just hang on for chrissake
and more blood
Your shirt and pants sopped by it
your face white . . . drained . . . porcelain
an entire liver puked up - on the floor of my car
Hang on, goddamnit! Can you just hang on?
"I'm hanging on, fucker . . . . drive faster"
And all the love and all the lies of our friendship
the years of our days and nights together
last careless ride
Okay . . . okay . . . we're here . . . can you hear me?
kissing your head as they wheeled you in
only later remembering
Dan Fante 2007
was born and raised in Los Angeles. At twenty, he quit school and hit the road, eventually ending up as a New York City resident for twelve years. Fante has worked at dozens of crummy jobs including: door to door salesman, taxi driver, window washer, telemarketer, private investigator, night hotel manager, chauffeur, mailroom clerk, deck hand, dishwasher, carnival barker, envelope stuffer, dating service counselor, furniture salesman, and parking attendant. Fante is married and has a two year old son named Michaelangelo Giovanni Fante. He hopes eventually to learn to play the harmonica.http://www.danfante.net/home.htm