isadora

they will see us waving from such great heights,
'come down now,' they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,'
but we'll stay...

she had a peaceful death, curled up into a ball and snoring softly until her breathing stopped. we were there; she was not alone.

i tried to open a window for her afterwards, but it was painted shut. so we opened the doors to the balcony instead, and i figure she would have rather ferreted her way out anyway instead of floating off. i like to imagine that by now, she has squirmed her way into a giant rice box in the sky and is making some huge mess and dragging god's flip flops around and hiding them under clouds; that everywhere she looks there is a corner and nobody cares if she shits in them; that she has lakes of ferretone (it smells like chocolate milk) to swim in whenever she so pleases, and nobody there to make her take a bath afterwards.

she was the only one who would ever lick us, softly like a kitten. tonight, after she had gone, both jackie and lee licked us for the first time. they seem happy, as though they know that she's out of her pain now, that the cancer is gone and she is still curled up asleep in a little ball. just not snoring anymore.



Sirhan Sirhan, 2000-2005

everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.