On the first anniversary of
my best friend’s suicide, I took
the day off. Decided to go on
a drive to clear my mind. A
squirrel ran into the road and
hit my back tire. I saw the scurry
of its death throes. Went to
check on it. Gone. Felt horrible,
and took it back home and buried
it. Told it I was sorry. I didn’t want
anything to die that day, but so
many things die because I live.
What did I kill on my way to work
today? Yesterday, I slapped a mosquito
on my knee–a dead fly in the doorway.
Little things intending no harm.
The multitude of animals because
I wanted lunch and ate their death
to stay alive.
About the Creator
Ernest Taulbee
I live in Louisville, KY with my two daughters and two dogs. Eastern Kentucky University graduate. X: @GordonTaul72113. For more: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Ernest-Gordon-Taulbee/author/B01GGRCKJO. Appreciate all reads and comments.
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