Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Much Like Now
First published in bordersenses:
Everything Seems Dead
Everyone had lost something – a finger or toe,
friends, fluency, currency. Most still flew, though,
all that war training having some small part
in the other life. As a child, I feared being buried
alive above all else and made my father promise
to stab a stake of holly through my heart when
my time came to be lowered into the ground.
Instead of planning my funeral, my dad told
me I could ride in a helicopter with one of his
friends, who said, Everything seems so fucking
dead after Vietnam. Don’t curse in front of the little
girl, another guy said. She’s heard it before, he
replied. I nodded. Those were the days when I
saw a lot, understood little, much like now, I suppose.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"There's only three things that's for sure: taxes, death and trouble." Marvin Gaye
Classic Champale Cooler: Fill tall glass with Champale and ice, add a twist of lemon.
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