. . . I’m sorry, please stop.

Stop 

Yes.  Please.

 

 

she put her hand to her mouthcleared her throat

he remained stopped

 

    This was conversation you had with your daughter over the telephone.

Ja

Why were you talking about that?

An idea I had for square coffinsspace saving Why shoud everyone be buried laying on their backs whaif they werent back sleepers

                               Id guess most people arent so why enter eternity on their backs

    You sleep on your back.

Ja but my shoulders are shit from surgeries

                                               On occasion I do sidesleep but knowin when I turn in an hour  maybe a touch more   pain will wake me an Im back on my back again

I think people woud prefer burial in the fetal position

 

Square coffins

                Thas how our discussion of rigor mortis set in  Decomposition

As I thought Enzymes begin breaking down muscle protein in threefour hours  the body becomes elastic pliable again

Fetal position

Square

 

You don’t think that’s a bizarre conversation for one to have with their daughter?

No Im not being buried

                          Im thinkin either an industrial Waring blender  made into a smoothie or  or   as my daughter mentioned  tossed in a bagfetal a mycelial burial  let mushrooms have their way with me or   or a First People open air scaffold burial unburied

    I think it’s bizarre.

Please

         You know me to be bizarreJa 

took a deep breath

                        You’re right.   I don’t know what I was thinking.

That’s you.

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she pushed back from the table

the tablecloth crinkled under her hands

she lifted them the cloth straightened itself

Can I take tha he asked her

I can.

Im getting up for coffee Ill take it

standinghe took her dinner plate his crossed over to the sink set them down beside it

from the cupboard he took two mugs set them beside the Proctor Silex coffeemaker

                                                                                       Thanks for making coffee babe

Babe.   It is curious that you grant inanimate objects names, express your gratitude to them for them.

Not so much I look at it this way

                                       If Im reincarcerated I hav . .

. . What?

Wha wha

Reincarcerated.

Ja

    My word for smiled large at her obviously   reincarnated

she smiled loved her dimples

                             Ah, I see.

    If I am it woudnt be impossible I woudnt come back as something inanimate  I believe we have it in our headsvery human of us well come back as human beings

If I were to come back no matter wha   Id like to be appreciated

I appreciate babe

Ive had her more than ten years Shes always been there for me

he crossed to the fridge opened ithad poured cream into a creamer

                                                                       Ive had supposed friends who didnt make ten

set it on the table

returned to babe poured two mugs

crossed back to the table set one before her  one to his chair  sat

she remained pushed back bounced the cream 

he held his mug up to her Na Zdrowie

Sure. she laughed dimples blewup

                                Why not?Na Zdrowie.

they clicked eclectic ceramic mugs

    Ohmy. I really like this coffee.   Big Bang?

Ja  A treat tonight

                    Doesnt hit my price point I don have it

Hit it.

It didthough I had to buy three to get the price

 

So . . .

    So

Do you think luck, being lucky, has influenced, played a part in your life?

Id have to think

I don think much of luckmore think German unglück  unluck

                                                                  Which I take to mean  freed of luck

Maybe I have thought enough

Nah

         Ive not been lucky

If I were

Id be a gambler

Im not

You

Unglück.  I didn’t see that comingbut I did think you’d say you weren’t lucky.

                                                                                   You’ve said you grew up a product of hardknocks.

Ja  absentlynodding

Hardknocks.

                   she mused  musing looked good on her  her countenance  like watching summer clouds simmer fold against a bright blue sky  a tropic sky

                                Hardknocks aren’t lucky.

Thasaid  Ive been fortunate

                                 No regrets

    Anyou

she held the mug in both hands at her breasts warmth  leaned forward from the hips set it down leaned across the tableher breasts at the tablecloth

                                                I’m lucky I met you.

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Pianza  A Shadow’s Lament  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4eZxLOpPXIU

Danse Macabre  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQhocGOheSc