So she smiled, Darling,
\nand it was like she had
\nplaster cheeks:
\nher lips curved up
\nbut the rest of her face
\ndidn’t move.
\nAnd her eyesbrows
\nwere an inch higher,
\nalmost on top
\nof her forehead.<\/p>\n
Said she’d been
\nat a spa all winter
\nif you believe that
\nline of crap
\nI have a swamp in
\nFlorida with potential
\nthat should interest you.<\/p>\n
Well, I told her
\nshe should stop lying:
\nwe all know
\nshe’s had work done \u2014
\nit’s obvious.<\/p>\n
She didn’t speak
\nto me until \u2014
\nand she tried to
\nline up my friends;
\nwell, they weren’t
\ntaking sides,
\nbut they stopped
\nspeaking to her.<\/p>\n
That all changed
\na week ago:
\nshe called to tell me
\nlife is too short.
\nWanted to make up.
\nTold me her husband
\nhas stage three cancer.
\nTerminal.<\/p>\n
Wonderful, isn’t it
\nhow death
\nfocuses the mind?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So she smiled, Darling, and it was like she had plaster cheeks: her lips curved up but the rest of her face didn’t move. And her eyesbrows were an inch higher, almost on top of her forehead. Said she’d been … Continue reading