Unsold Companion Plots


By Hawkelson Rainier

We walked among the headstones last autumn. The trees looked like fire; it could have been oil on canvas painted by Van Gogh during an absinthe delirium. We joked that we’d bargain shop for companion plots when we hit middle age. I’d check out first, around 85, and she’d follow soon after of a broken heart.

It didn’t work out though. After she left, the skin of the universe became translucent to me. I saw its skeleton – just a scaffolding of ones and zeros stacked to infinity. There was no ghost inside. There was no mystery in it at all.

2 thoughts on “Unsold Companion Plots

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s