Month: January 2015

Full Moon

I always have a hard time sleeping when there is a full moon. I don’t know why that is. I know a woman who says her hair gets weird during the full moon. And emotional, I get emotional during the full moon, maybe because of a lack of sleep. One time my sister, mother and I went outside when the moon was full and the three of us howled. That’s a good memory. I’d like to dance by the light of the moon. Soon, this weight will lighten and I’ll be there.

What is

Should I tell people the truth when they ask ” Did she suffer,I hope she didn’t suffer?” I know they want me to say “No, she didn’t suffer, she went peacefully.” But that is not the truth. I tried my best to give her a “good death.” Now I don’t even know if that is possible unless you go quickly. What difference does it make now if she suffered or not, if she was here I think she would say, “Everything is fine.” She was good at saying what she thought you wanted to hear. She knew how to keep secrets. I didn’t learn that from her, I don’t know how to say what I think you want to hear. I don’t know how to keep secrets.

Blue can mean so many different things.

Marvin looked in the mirror and thought, “I’m old”. He had been looking at his face for seventy-five years. He barely recognized himself. His face had sunken in and his skin was pasty. He stared at his swollen nose and bushy eyebrows through lifeless eyes.
He was old and ready to die. His wife had died. The dog he got to keep him company died. His friends were gone. Even the neighbors had moved or died.
It was time. He knew it. He felt it. Wearing this attitude he crossed the street without looking in either direction.
When he bumped into the VW bug at the STOP sign he fell to the ground.
Marvin lay on his side, eyes closed. He knew he wasn’t seriously hurt, definitely not dead. He had banged his head. He felt the pounding behind his eyes. “Are you alright?” he heard her yell. He decided to open his eyes even thought he didn’t want to. It was so bright he thought maybe he had died after all, and was in heaven.
“Color,” he screamed. “I can see color.” Tears filled his eyes making the colors blend. Everything was beautiful.
Marvin let the girl help him up. “What color are your eyes?” he asked her. “Why blue, my eyes are blue,” she replied.
“Blue, beautiful blue, “ he cried. All his life he had been colorblind. Everything the same color, just in different shades. “Thank you so much,” he whispered.
Suddenly he didn’t feel old anymore. Smiling, he stared at the blue sky and crossed the street. A truck hit him. Hard.