Conk

I had a friend called Dan
who asked me to punch him in the face.
We were drunk and it was something I'd wanted
to do for a while so I hit him on the cheek bone,
he fell and wacked the sweet spot on the back of his skull.
He lay there for a bit saying help I need an ambulance.
but there was no blood and it was only about half nine
and we said, it's okay, okay
and he looked at us as if he didn't know who we were

Who are you? he said. He did not trust me
because I kept apologising for punching him in the face.
Later, in the accident and emergency his eyes were open
with the wonder of automatic doors, IVs and buildings made from sand.
I waved. He put his open hand in the air and moved it back and forth.