WHILE I SCAMPERED ACROSS THE ROAD

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Submitted: November 14, 2014

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WHILE I SCAMPERED ACROSS THE ROAD

 

After turning on the lights in my bedroom, I scampered into the bathroom and pissed and brushed my teeth. Then, I scampered back into my bedroom and got dressed.  Then, I scampered into my grandmother’s room to tell her I was leaving and scampered down to the kitchen to make, then drink two cups of coffee. Then, I took two water bottles from the fridge, placed them in my bag, and scampered out of the doorway and scampered onto the driveway. Then, I scampered across the street before looking both ways. Maybe one day, I’ll get run over doing that--not looking both ways that is. That would probably hurt. 

I wonder if I’d survive. If I would, someone--I would hope, the driver--would probably find me lying on the roadside and retrieve a house phone from a kitchen, or a cellphone from a pocket--say his or her jeans pocket--to dial 9-1-1. If I’d die, my body would eventually be brought to a funeral home, by whom, I’m not too sure.  The Sunday following, my extended family members and friends of my immediate family would come to this home accompanied by immediate family members of their own. Additionally, each member of my immediate family would deliver a speech about me. Would you have fun there? I’d have fun there, at that home, with all of those people, talking about me. Maybe after the funeral, we--some family members and I--could share a meal at a café or a drink at a bar and talk about the Jets and the Mets and the Nets. Then, we could all move on through our daily lives without me.

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This morning, I scampered outside. I didn’t look left or right. Why would I? After some moping and trudging, I heard a motor of a car or a bus or a truck. I tried to scamper. Then, it happened, and it hurt. Now, I’m here.

Please don’t visit me; I don’t want to see you. Scamper on.


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