jazz funeral

 

he pulls into

the parking

lot of what

used to be

his favorite

greasy

spoon.

 

she dances

through the

motions like

a bored

ballerina,

complacent

in the pink

tutu and

toe shoes

of her first

world ennui.

 

the lot the

cracked and

pockmarked

tarred and

concrete

skin of

an ancient

urban titan.

 

a wide gravel

toothed smile

with asphalt

lips pursed

in an eternal

grimace like

the

powdered

bourgeois

face of a

crumpled

joker

playing card.

 

 

he holds

open the

door for

her, she

floats

past,

picks

a booth

by the

windows.

 

the waitress

wastes not

a moment,

with coffee

poured and

menus

passed in a

breath

between the

two of them.

 

she stirs in

cream and

sugar, the

tinkle of the

steel spoon

spun against

the porcelain

mug stones

him.

 

he looks

her square,

she steadies

and attempts

to return his

eyes in kind,

but her

lashes

betray her,

sends

him a

nervous

message in

morse with

stuttered

blinks that

scream her

hand.

 

the room

blackens

and a

single

spotlight

frames

them in

halo.

 

he says,

the thing

about

secrets is,

they don’t

keep

forever.

some

spoil,

and

fester

sooner

than others,

but they all

have a shelf

life.

something

stinks

between us

and i’ve  

finally

found the

offending

odor, the

rotten

secret

you’ve

been

keeping.

now, are

you going

to tell me

what it is

i already

know, or

are you

going to

force me

to say it?

 

i don’t

love you

anymore,

she says.

 

as her

words

hit the

ether,

he

erupts

in

god

rays.

 

intense

white light

pours from

his eyes,

ears,

mouth,

nose, and

asshole.

 

a brass

band bursts

from the

single stall

restroom,

like clowns

from a car,

playing

sweet

georgia

brown.

 

he hovers

from his

seat in the

booth across

from her.

 

she rolls her

eyes, bored.

 

he floats

along

behind the

brass band

out the door

over the

pockmarked

titan skin,

up the street

and into the

sunset like

some holy

psychedelic

cowboy.