Easter Morning Suicide
Wifey was buying croissants
and I was watching the day
standing at my car,
my elbows on the hood,
smoking my cigarettes
Customers were loading their cars
and others were emerging from the store
walking from the doors,
their hands on the carts
pushing their groceries.
And others were going toward the store
and their hips were swaying,
swaying under their skirts
their shoulders bent
carrying their purses.
Some were leading their children
and others holding hands
walking with their men,
their looks entwined
smiling their pleasures
A child was asking her mother
and her mom was answering,
talking about me
my lips pursed
exhaling the smoke.
I was holding my cigarette
and “Doing what?” she asked,
pointing to me.
“Don’t look” from the mouth of the mother. “He’s
killing himself.”
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Good one!
Well done, Patrick. I was right there watching.
Too true to be taken seriously.
I prefer fatty foods and alcohol to accomplish the task.
Enjoyed this, Patrick!