How Can I
Not Get Upset When Someone Dies?
by Hezekiah Allen
Taylor
3:08 they find the body, rule it suicide, commit the rope into evidence
and the old leather jacket into your care
4:02 you clean the bathroom, disposing of his toothbrush, aftershave,
razor with one sweep into a large kitchen garbage bag; you do the same
with his clothes, his shoes; you pause in the living room, but he was
never one for knickknacks
6:30 you scrub the dishes, rinse clean the last coffee mug his lips
touched, the fork with which he ate his pancake breakfast
6:45 you pour his vodka over the only ivy plant he kept alive through
college; he named it Fred and kissed its tallest leaves each night before
bed
7:30 they call to ask about arrangements to pick up the body but you
don't answer, you're so busy meditating, carefully pulling forth each
memory of his existence and erasing it as if your mind, your heart,
were sidewalk praying for rain to wash off chalk
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