Death was lonely
\nSo he put an ad in the paper, saying about himself,
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Loves to travel and meet new people.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d
\nAnd she arrived at the coffee shop for their first meeting
\n160 pounds of giggle stuffed into her 5 foot 1 inches
\nA headful of yellow curls and her mother\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s recipe for deep-dish cherry pie:
\nJust what he needed.<\/p>\n
Now, years later, after a business trip, Death drags in the door,
\nSniffing the air and pulling back his hood to see what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s on the stove
\nAnd then, slowly washes his spidery hands in the sink;
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Lamb stew again?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he says without looking at her,
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Actually, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not too hungry, Lovey,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he continues,
\nI ate at Cinnabon before I got on the plane . . .\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcLovey\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she sighs as she looks him up and down;
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153And you know I said to leave that goddamn sickle on the porch.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
And now that the sickle\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s on the porch,
\nTheir heads bent over the stew in heavy bowls,
\nTheir spoons scraping but otherwise another silent meal
\nSince he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like to talk about work,
\nShe thinks about her childhood, her old boyfriends, and her mother\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pies
\nAnd glances at Death\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s long hands
\nWhite cinnamon roll frosting under cracked, yellow fingernails.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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