well, yes, i remember all of you.

wow,
what a nice house!
and
a water view,
too!

oh,
look at their
body—so nice!
and it’s
full of water,
too!

don’t you just
love
how the wind
ripples the water?
how the
change in depth
causes the water
to swell,
to wave?
couldn’t you
just
watch that for hours?
the white water
at the crest?

if you
give it a little push,
you can
watch the whole body
jiggle!
if you
prod it to exertion,
you can
watch its water bead on the surface!

i’m not
scared
of anything
but
i keep a gun
for protection.
my child
won’t
shoot me
with the gun.
i keep the
gun
hidden
and safe,
plus
my child has been
taught respect
for guns.

there are
people
in this neighborhood
that are simply
not to be
trusted.
have you seen them?
some of them are
so dirty!
not to be
trusted!
some of them are
so squeaky clean,
you just know they have
something to hide!

my child
won’t
shoot me,
but it knows how to
use a gun,
knows how to
protect this house from
all those others.
knows about
respect,
respect
for guns.

why are you going
on your trip?
what it is the purpose
of traveling to that
foreign city?
do you
know someone
there?
is there
something there
that will make you
money, or
somehow lead to
more money?
do you
speak their language?
will you
partake in the
local customs and
traditions?
will you
bring back physical
and metaphorical
souvenirs?
so as to
remember
your trip?
so as to
enrich
your life?
life is supposed to be
enriched,
right?

i have no advice
for you,
but
for me,
for me
my advice is to
not take it so
personally
that all the
dead people laugh
at all the
not-yet-dead people.
don’t take it so
personally;

it’s laughter.
just go ahead and
laugh
with them.
it makes
the living more
fun. and
that’s what this is
supposed to be,
right?
fun?

oh,
one more piece
of advice;
if you’re feeling
thin,
just buy
smaller clothes,
so you can feel
round again.
lumpy. jiggly.
a belly
full of laughs.

a snow covered mountain glows in the distance, a dimly lit lawn in the foreground, stretches to a small scatter of buildings in the mid-ground.

Published by Zak

an intertidal island in an ocean of impermanence.

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