The talk, so often health and age.
“I had to stand and listen,” the third person says.
“I worked in a nursing home, where aides ‘flip patients like hamburgers.'”
I walk outside.
The third person follows.
We blink in the late-summer sun, glint off car grills.
A nursing home fortress boxes across the street.
“That ‘hamburger image,'” I say.
“Terrible,” I add, seeing limp lumps twisting on urine-odored sheets.
“It’s true. Avoid it if you can.”
My father, fortunate, “flipped” for but a day before death.
The aides, kind in the turning ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, late September 2014