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There's a group online
which meets bi-weekly they discuss death in a friendly, open atmosphere totally non-judgmental open to all black attire not required snacks provided lots of beer specials Kleenex not provided I linger there at this meet-up listing and consider showing up as The Grim Reaper with sickle in hand then I recall a Death and Dying class in college where I asked a classmate for cigarettes to put in my ears and nostrils I remembered I silky sunset-red underwear in my backpack after installing the cigarettes into their places wearing the underwear on my head my friend and I cut up we were immediately expelled for the day from the lecture hall my friend wore a hat like Michael Nesmith's on his bald head with intermittent hair sprouting in which was standard dress for him and was not yet trendy like it is today I too was recently relieved as I'd been mis-diagnosed with Leukemia-- my results, however, had been mixed up with someone else's on the down side of the teeter-totter, I'd just learned a long-distance boyfriend had told me that he was trading up to a rich sugar Mamma while my parents' twenty year marriage crashed and burned into a fracturous nasty divorce the cigarettes and underwear had provided much needed comic relief levity, it seemed to me, was the death therapy maybe we needed the most so, I am feline-curious now what MORE could this Death Meet-Up have to offer? LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 1:13PM PST AUGUST 14 2019 AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD THE NAMES OF THE PARTICIPANTS HAVE BEEN WITHHELD TO PROTECT THE GUILTY...HA-HA Vote for this poem |
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