stops by
to give me some tips on decorating
before the open house
on sunday.
she tells me
to place a vase of flowers
on the table.
bake a pan
of cinnamon rolls, to give
the house a warm
and comforting feeling.
are you collecting empty
vodka bottles for some reason?
no? well. perhaps we should
discard those, yes?
how about we
put a wreathe on your door,
she says, and make your bed.
i can help you with that if you've
never done so.
also it might be a good idea
to get those silk stockings,
and undergarments
off your ceiling fan.
okay. i tell her, making a note
of that, happy that she hasn't
looked under the bed
or in the closet.
she asks me about the back yard.
if i own a lawn mower,
or a machete. a blow torch maybe?
i shrug. yeah, i think so.
there's no one buried out there,
is there? she whispers.
what's that fresh mound of dirt
all about?
which makes me laugh,
but don't give her an answer.
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