May 21st, 2014

I got really good, so they gave me mausoleums he says, stirring his shepherd's pie
from the staff lunch room. And now we are here, both teaching, I a former waitress
and he a former graveyard salesman. When we pull into the liquor store parking lot,
Joe and I, the space is tight. When we leave, someone has decided to park right
behind us, limiting our space even more. I start to inch out and a woman with long
white hair appears out of no where to coach me. She also tells the parked car to move
and it does. I wave a thanks and she waves it away. Her shirt says "I am crazy" or
something to that effect. We see her later at a gas station down the street. In the park
we are in the house that belongs to lucas and genna and I and a mom and a small boy
enter. She lifts him up and shows him where his name has been carved into the bark.
We were here, your father and I and you. You were four months. The boy laughs in
delight and then demands to be put down. He stumbles almost onto our blanket and says
oh! you're having a picnic! and then he is gone. My dart game was impeccable tonight,
though we still didn't win. When I kissed him it was with a quiet desire that took its time.