Bob Lucky
Life’s Mysteries
My friend checks into a hospice so I go to say goodbye. He’s in bed, a remote on his chest.
“How are you doing?”
“No porn on the TV,” he croaks.
“Does it matter? You know what happens. A half-naked woman is in the kitchen staring at a plumber’s butt crack and feeling herself up. Before long one of them makes a joke about a plumber’s tool and then, well….
“Does the sink get fixed?
“Eventually.”
“Thanks.” He closes his eyes and is quiet for a long time.
open casket the comb-over he never had in life
About the Author
Bob Lucky is the author most recently of My Thology: Not Always True But Always Truth (Cyberwit, 2019) and the chapbook Conversation Starters in a Language No One Speaks (SurVision Books, 2018), which was a winner of the James Tate Poetry Prize in 2018. Lucky lives in Portugal, where he is working his way through all the regional cheeses and wines.
Emotions come at from an angle. Love it.
Oh my God, how did I miss this. It started out so solemn with your friend going into hospice, but ,with that ending, who could help but laugh?