Published in the collection The Immediate and No Sooner, 2021.
At My Cousin’s Funeral
Steered the old boat just a little too wide.
Running late. Managed to land her curbside.
Drat. I did hope to gloat but the graveside
cryfest is just wrapping up. Cyanide
convinces. Call it art, not homicide.
2 thoughts on “At My Cousin’s Funeral”
This is another one of your marvelous snapshots of a moment in time that is so suggestive of a wider narrative.
Thank you. And you know my bent toward the darker side of human nature is coming out here. I sort of see a feckless heir, and how did he get to be an heir, his own efforts? Another’s? Wishfull thinking coming true???
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