“How’d you two meet?”
You should ask
I extend my arm around the mantle
That cloaks death’s skeletal frame.
I was just thinking back on it, I laugh.
I think about it a lot. I was newly 14…
“Do you mind if I get another Bud?” the scythe-clutching spector inquires.
“I’ve just heard this one so many times.”
No problem. I don’t want to make a fuss and seem rude.
I meet my interlocutor in his irises.
“You were saying…”
Right. It’s not that good of a story. I read him
Something I wrote, we got to be chummy over email
(GrimReaper@GoldmanSachs.com) and he said I could
stick around a while longer.
“Did he say for how long?”
I look around the party and can’t spot my mam.
Hey Jeff, have you seen the guy I came with?
“The one without the eyes?
He Irish goodbyed, dude.”