great-aunts send
birthday cards
so that when they are dead,
people will notice the
sudden lack of humorous
and adorable statements
referencing the
correlation of hills to age
and ask,
"Gee, where did Prudence go?"
someone will answer,
quite Prudently,
"She's in a better place now."
the truth is
the truth is
she got tired of addressing
her own mortality
along with
all those f**king envelopes.
Dear Prudence won't you come out and play?
ReplyDeleteLOLJK, she's dead.
Love this poem.
Heh, heh. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteso much love for this poem...even better the second and third times i read it.
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