Suicide Note Composed on a DayGlo® Post-it® PadMichael Quattrone
Apologies, my love, I am a millionaire of those, but every time I try to conjure you in your magnolian gown, the dogs leap up upon it with their muddy paws, and soil my poem. PS Not to worry, I put them down (and then stopped by the drycleaner’s this afternoon. And Wing says hi). PPS The taxidermist’s number’s on the fridge (make sure Ollie makes that face he always made— you know, the one that’s funny but afraid). PPPS I don’t mean for me! I’d rather be sprinkled over Tuscany on a rainy Thursday with no breeze. PPPPS Rufus should look angry like he got right before he humped the ottoman and nuzzled open the grandfather clock where we kept his bones and liver treats, and Ollie’s balls. PPPPPS Don’t invite my parents, or my friends. But Wing can come and that good pal of his (do you think Wing’s gay?!). PPPPPPS Oh! I almost forgot, your mother called. I said goodbye and she gave me the time of day and the family’s secret recipe for stroganoff. It’s in the fridge for you to heat, and it’s delicious! Love,
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