She was the neighbor girl—
my sister’s friend
and I chased them with a lead pipe
when I was young (all in good fun).
I never had romantic feelings for her
even though
she paraded through her parent’s living room
in nothing but
her camouflage underwear
I could see her cunt hairs
and we played video games together
then, she started dating a guy
and she married him
and he drank
and he beat her
until she divorced him
then, she became a divorce lawyer. She was very hard.
When I saw her again, she looked through me
years had passed, until I heard from my mother
who heard from her mother
that she had died, suddenly.
She was leaving the courtroom
and fell.
She hit her head
and never regained consciousness.
Her mother was an atheist, a Christian, a Buddhist, and then a Jew.
When I went over to their house as a kid
we had to recite the Jewish prayer
Her husband drank beer and went to a sound-proof room in his mind
He had learned this practice
from her stint in Buddhism
When they retired and left the neighborhood
he broke his neck
falling down some stairs
and she got cancer of the anus.
They turned to Christianity
but the devil got them in the end.
I feel like there’s a lesson in that somewhere but damned if I know what it is.
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Yes! Sometimes the lesson is in the reading… it isn’t explicitly said. Perhaps, there is no lesson. It’s the lesson of no lesson.
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