Speaks for itself

A very dear person in my family died in an accident. This was written in response to that event.

i was in the bathroom
when she arrived
for the last time.

there was, as always, an electric stir,
such as the entrance of a pop star
or as if the leading scorer of the state champions
Had arrived.

i felt myself lift inside and hurried out.

She was holding court, naturally, saying:

Oh my gosh my hair looks so bad it’s still wet we got up at 4AM to make sure we were out the door at 5 to get to Kohl’s when the doors opened at 5:30 and we got a lot of our Christmas shopping done then we went to Penneys and got home about 11:30 we were exhausted and we took a nap then we got up and showered and came over here

It was Thanksgiving.

“i was in the bathroom”

©seagull_girl

May 18, 2004