“my name is murder” he mumbled,
“i’m here to kill the haitians with
my machete. i’m going to cut
their fucking heads off.”

“okay” i said, “good thing
i’m greek.”

he laughed and asked if
i had a machine gun

“no i don’t” i said

“that’s too bad”

he shook my hand and
walked down toward the
other patients’ bedrooms,
blasting them with his
invisible machine gun
before disappearing into
his room and screaming

i went back to my desk
and began to eat my lunch