the place is nice, eh? hard to say – i respond. … do you like it? i’m thinking about a companion vessel. is it worth the money? do i get a vase on the memoriam? i’m sure it will look nicer in the spring. funeral service or celebration of life? geez. $9463.75, tax in. and 9.4% interest, compounded monthly for financing. i’ll probably get the sandwich and wraps package. but we can probably think about that later. ya? … what? ok. maybe. no. yes. i don’t know. my god! it’s not like real estate. … but you said … it’s nothing like real estate! what was i thinking? … are you okay? … hard to say.
the edges lay grey and pilled, woolen – silent folded arms embrace around the worn copper zipper. my father lived in this sweater, he stretched and read and smoked. he held me loved my mom drank coffee and paid taxes. it used to smell of ash and paper from backyard nights with his lit cigarette – him staring out at lost stars and distant children. now with him gone, long after I left him, he is here, curled on my bed.