Wednesday, November 4, 2020

fur coats in the garage

after irwin died,
she called me that afternoon
and told
me he had a heart attack while
sitting behind
the wheel 
of their Lincoln,
stopped at a red light.

go irwin, she said, hitting
his arm,
why aren't you going?
Irwin, look at me,
are you deaf?
people are honking their horns.
why aren't you going?

a month later, she shut the house
down.
and told me she was moving to Miami.

she put all her fur coats on
racks in the garage
and told me to come and take
a look.
take whatever you'd like,
she said.
maybe there's something here
for your wife,
or your girlfriend, or
i don't know, maybe if you're
like Irwin.

you have both. 

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