Obit 9 (for Everything Not Written in Time)
Years ago when we used to tear shit up even at baby showers, my friends would say, “You have to write this. This is hysterical. This is too much.”
Years later, I did. –Only I wrote about your babies instead, and what began as a howling joke about another friend ended up being a sharp observation about us.
Time has a nice, cruel way.
So when, after all these years of not-writing, I finally start to write–everything starts to get a little bit good. Its voice is coming into its own. Just then the phone rings and I use that same voice to answer the phone (it’s the only one I have, after all) and she says right off: “I’m just saying that if it was my family, I’d ask you to take it down.”
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