New York Story Night #29

Then the needle, like the worst static shock when he helped his mother fold the laundry

He had eyelashes like a girl’s falsies. Even the sign does him justice.

A mom-age woman in sunglasses walks baby steps inside.

The service will start, it tells us, with an open-casket viewing of our friend.

Later, I do anything I can to get as high as Josh, to feel how he looked lying there. Whoever took care of him in death powdered him like a baby.

Whatever they pumped him full of makes him look stuffed. But in real life he looked starved.

To my reflection in her sunglasses, I tell her, “At least now Josh will always have a place to sleep.”

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