Monday, January 26, 2009

Mortuary People, a Romance

They come into your house in business suits at 2:14 am. 
Of course you don't want to trust them,
or believe any of it. 
They glance around real quick at the living
to see if any of them are good looking.
Then they explain what the options are
for the dead. 
You look at the tile on the kitchen floor 
and try to figure out how many total squares there are.
When they walk into the back room,
you go sit in a chair and pull the draw stings
of your hoodie real tight around your face
and stare at the "Field Guide to the Birds Of North America."
When you hear them unfolding something metal,
you start writing down everything you know.
You picture them taking off the dead's
shoes and putting them down carefully on the floor
like rose petals for a bath--it's all part 
of their repertoire for romancing people to death.
You picture the toes of the shoes pointing toward 
each other.
Then, you hear them pull a zipper, 
and you concentrate real hard on those shoes. 
The left one says Now what?
The right one says I guess we don't have to go on those hikes anymore.
The left one says I guess it just comes down to this.
In unison they say Just us shoes.
You remember every time you said you didn't have time 
for a hike.

1 comment:

G.W. said...

I really like this, Stef. Actually, I enjoy the irreverence of your whole blog – makes me not want to take mine so seriously. Perhaps when I settle down here in Phnom Penh I'll try to switch it up a bit – diversify my perspective, so to speak.

By the way, have you ever read any Lorrie Moore? She has a great short story called "Field Guide to North American Birds" – or perhaps it's a novel and a different title, but something to that effect. She's a great writer, either way.

Anyway, keep it up and I'll keep checking in.