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Part one - Bedtime story
“Because it’s custom,” she said. She wore black, I wore black. “Everyone wears black at funerals. Black is death’s favorite color, so we wear it as a sign of respect.”
Grandpa slept. The priest told him a bedtime story. The priest wore black, grandpa wore black.
Part two - Cross examination
She wore white, I wore black. “It’s to keep me safe,” she said. “The doctors give us white to wear so we stay invisible to death.”
Part three - Fairy tale
“It’s like a play,” she whispered. She wore white, I wore black. “The women play life, the men play death. The two in the middle join together, like life and death at the beginning of time.” She was on drugs.
Part four - Eulogy
My mother was buried in her wedding gown.
“She told me once that black is death’s favorite color.” I sat back down. I wore orange.
A woman behind me whispered.
“How disrespectful.”
“Because it’s custom,” she said. She wore black, I wore black. “Everyone wears black at funerals. Black is death’s favorite color, so we wear it as a sign of respect.”
Grandpa slept. The priest told him a bedtime story. The priest wore black, grandpa wore black.
Part two - Cross examination
She wore white, I wore black. “It’s to keep me safe,” she said. “The doctors give us white to wear so we stay invisible to death.”
Part three - Fairy tale
“It’s like a play,” she whispered. She wore white, I wore black. “The women play life, the men play death. The two in the middle join together, like life and death at the beginning of time.” She was on drugs.
Part four - Eulogy
My mother was buried in her wedding gown.
“She told me once that black is death’s favorite color.” I sat back down. I wore orange.
A woman behind me whispered.
“How disrespectful.”
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Notice of Intent to Stalk
Form ITS1993(d)
Notice of Intent to Stalk
Date: ___________
Print or type name of Stalker: _____________________________
(known henceforth as STALKER)
Print or type name of person to be Stalked: __________________________
(known henceforth as STALKEE)
Please be notified that effective this date the above named STALKER has filed an official Intent To Stalk Declaration targeting the above named STALKEE in accordance with Obsessive/Compulsive Personal Pursuit Code of Conduct Act of 1993 (OCPPCCA93).
I, STALKER, hereby declare Open Season upon you, STALKEE, and pursuant to OCPPCCA93 section 1, paragraph 5 intend to engage in the following
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leitmotif
(I will never forgive Millais for painting Ophelia calm in the water. My cousin Noah died shoeless and struggling under a lonely mans hands, his eyes full of rain runoff. Real people dont sink as pretty as oil on canvas: Noah was four feet five on the autopsy slab, no flowers, no frames. I am ruled by the aesthetic, but I would embrace his every imperfection if it meant having him back. This clumsy dilettante still loves Noah with the scabs on his shins, sitting sloppy at Sams recitals in sneakers and shorts. Give me the asymmetry of his eyelashes. For the fir
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Recalling
Once, I forgot my limbs.
I left them downstairs because I was in such a rush to get up to the second floor. I didn't even realize my legs were missing until I was halfway up the stairs. "No matter," I thought, "I won't need them for a while anyway." Only when I tried to reach for a paintbrush did I realize that my left arm had done just that, and the right away. Again, I shrugged it off (with only my shoulders) and went about my business.
My business is rather unconventional. There's no elevator in my office building, because I work from home. Thus, forgetting my limbs downstairs would be, as you probably assume, a hassle. And, well, sure,
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Perfect. I love it.