Interred
September 11th, 2020
Starring: A & B
B arrives at home.
A
You’re back.
B
I cut it short.
A
It was getting to you?
B
Not really
It was just
There was shit.
A
Shit...like the feels?
Or shit like shit shit?
B
Shit shit. There was a crap like six, seven feet from the headstone. Fairly fresh.
A
You think it was a dog?
B
They’re not allowed in. But it was a huge pileup, even for a human.
…
A
That’s screwy.
B
And it could mean nothing. But I can’t help but wonder if it is a message or something. Given its proximity to the grave.
A
But I feel like it would be more intentional than that, don’t you think?
Like if I wanted to shit on a grave, I’d go right out and shit on top of the grave.
It might even be meant for someone else.
B
Yeah.
But now it’s got me thinking about—you know—who’s in the ground
A
Oh gosh. She was not that bad
B
She wasn’t universally liked
A
But not enough to like, degrade the burial site. Who deserves that?
B
Some people—
A
But come on. Not her. She was not that bad.
B
She was tough on us.
A
But not bad. Don’t start telling yourself a different story.
…
Actually
Grieve however you want.
...
I’m taking the silver lining. Shitting on a grave is better than flowers.
B
On what grounds?
A
Science. When it decomposes, it soaks into the ground. You might actually reach the person.
B
Hm. One with the Earth.
...
I hope so.