26.3.15

Till Death Do We Part



    .    .    .        her birthday  his breath seized
his lips turned bitter purple
marmaladed 
                                                  
had it been  already been another    .    .    .    been another year
tomorrow
               her birthday was tomorrow




he met her when she was nineteen
 
on a Halloween night in Miami
I maim
            he couldnt say Miami without echoing  I maim

she raised her eyebrows
                                         Why would he say that
he said  I say lots of things that come to my mind without exclusion   or censor
Yer the best looking pussy Ive ever seen
                                                                  she was dressed up like a black cat
her hair parted at center pulled up and shaped to form kitten ears
the tip of her nose blackened
whiskers streaking her cheeks

she held her tail in the crook of her arm
  
she wore mittens
one white
the other black
boots
pink felt pads sewn onto them

and in feline manner she feigned licking them  then groomed her face and ears 

she must have practised a cats deliberation   and anxiousness
its staring pauses
feline regalness
 
she was spot on

    .    .    .    the best looking pussy hed ever seen


he didnt say it to her then   that Halloween night
cliché
the stuff of other peoples stories that made his eyes roll   too obvious

Really
           a Really eye roll
fatuous 
Fabled

he sucked his breath so he didnt say  I think I love you


her hazel eyes sparkled

her bright evenness-teeth-hed-ever-seen sparkled
with her laughter and quick smile

I do

I do

I think I love you
                              No    he didnt let the cat out of the bag  that Halloween




she was way ahead of the Deal
due to her birthright

he was still in the Midwest trying to extricate himself from his birthright and Mire and Cogs
extricate wasnt too severe a word to describe the longing he had to be anywhere
than where he was
 
he kept his head down
nose to the grindstone
because it helped 

an oblique oblivion

then  he couldnt look around
and didnt have to see that he was still fat in it 

Still

while she was spending her summers in Montana on a ranch in the Bitterroot Valley
rode horseback 
rode cattle between pastures and rode them up into the high National Forest lands to free graze and fatten 

she vacationed with her family in Florida the Bahamas  three times sailed between them
vacationed in Hawaii
had Christmases in Colorado
New Year Eves in New York City
and other times of the year returned across country with her mother to shop and then continue Upstate where her parents hailed from
where they cut their privileged teeth
her mother from a prominent family
her father of a divorce that fixed a perverse singlemindedness to get ahead at whatever the cost
you didnt want to be between him and what he wanted

he was ruthless 

they vacationed in the red hills of Sedona
Taos New Mexico

 

when he traveled
it was by car
a stationwagon actually
stuffed with his family 

they tried hard to realise those Sunday afternoon drives
                                                           
wake in the morning 

when he returned from his two paper routes he began his breakfast as the rest were finishing theirs
then were at the dishes as his parents swept the crumbs from the table around him and began fashioning a picnic basket for the drive

it was a dance                                                                                       
                          perfectly    wordlessly    coordinated

kids ascended the stairs to their bedroom to dress and gather their things for the ride as kids descended the stairs
to the finished front room in the basement that was made into a bedroom to dress and gather their things for the ride

when he finished his breakfast
washed the dishes and utensils he used
if he had finished the yardwork jobs he hustled the neighborhood for on weekends
hed clean up to go too 

if he hadnt
he missed the Sunday drive downstate or into Wisconsin or Indiana
     
                                                                                                              or when he traveled
by the glossy innards of National Geographic that he wanted so badly he conceded foregoing future birthday
and Christmas gifts if it was seen fit for him to have an annual years subscription   
 
he traveled National Geographic  science fiction  literature  
the inside of his head grew bigger and more adventurous than anywhere a jet plane could take him

Reality paled in the vivid light of his imagination



    .    .    .    her birthday was tomorrow 

she took him up on his marriage proposal (he crossed his fingers)
she birthed them two daughters
she stayed lovingly with him until her avowed 
                                                                           Till Death Do We Part


Till Death Do we Part
as committed to perfect mechanical memory
as
     I Do
utterly    mindlessly    conceded
during the insane altitude  and virtual breathlessness sweeping them up High and Alone 

Together
and alone

standing side by side before most of the people in their lives who mattered                                 
who they loved and utmost respected

and salted away amid the ceremony

was their utmost naiveté
                                          it never crossed their minds    not Then
not only the utter solemnity of the words  and Promise 
                                                                                       Till Death Do We Part


he knew Death since he was a boy
being part of an enormous Catholic immigrant family granted it

Death entered
It kicked down doors
probably a half dozen doors a year
if not more

Hell  --  they had a Family funeral home and undertaker who eventually married into the Family before his teens

sadly    which seemed perverse to him
she knew only one death by the time they married

a suicide

of a high school boyfriend

who called her after she broke up with him to tell her he was going to kill himself
Dont try to stop me
You cant
No one can
Nobody can find me in time

they did not




Till Death Do We Part

why would anyone give Death a passing thought during the brilliant white optimism and swollen potential of that Moment

let alone think
                        Till Death Do We Part
would mean
Death 
            would be a suicide by her own hands





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