By M. Tekel,on September 29th,2010% His laugh is ominous. It’s pathetic and sad and it will creep into my dreams for years.
My mother dragged me to this thing,this convention,this seminar to learn about a way to make money. I told her I wasn’t interested,but she said,“C’mon you need a summer job. Just check it out.” Collecting aluminum cans was earning me a nickel a day,so next thing I know,I’m at an “information study” with a circle of my mother’s church friends,all of whom are drinking bottled water and laughing with this guy about luxurious vacations,prostate cancer (I’m not kidding) and finance. Lots of finance. Read More By M. Tekel,on July 31st,2010% 
The RV was the covered wagon of the 20th century,the head of a caravan cutting through the same arid landscape of Manifested settlers. Their foreheads swathed in familiar sweat,both the Modern and the Industrial man knew this expansion was justified and inevitable. Nowhere but Arizona holds fervent dogma like this,even to this day. Whether true or not,this land is my land,this land was always my land,this land was never your land. Read More By M. Tekel,on June 20th,2010% 
She calls me after work,carrying an orange juice box full of flowers and she says,let’s go to the cemetery. I’m reluctant. I’m slightly hungover,at the very least tired,not amused by anything. Like the sky,I feel overcast. Trudging through puddles,accumulations of soggy pine needles and dead leaves,fall feels omnipresent. Inescapable drudgery. We place brilliantly-dyed flowers,the stems hacked off,onto any graves that look lonely. Neon green,canary yellow,periwinkle and opal white. Fake colors. I’m ignoring any new or military graves,looking for the markers placed in Citizen’s Cemetery that are for normal people,people so long dead they never knew what electricity was or chemical warfare or strip malls or nuclear holocaust or ATM’s or any of this. Doesn’t their pain,centuries old,long buried,seem more justified than this? Even if it’s forgotten? I yearned for causes of death,some kind of excuse,but there were none. My thoughts couldn’t connect. I searched for the graves of children,babies with the same birth and death date. I found pairs,two brothers who died before they were my age. Those tombstones for married couples,the one side already etched deep with dates,the other,empty . . . patiently waiting. Over one such couple’s grave,I kissed her,long and hard. She was crying. It was hard,raw. It could be us soon. But maybe that’s just selfish thinking. And there’s a picture of our feet,the box,the tomb. We gave the remainder of the flowers to a man bringing his kids to the cemetery.
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