Susan Nelson Myers

the curse

in a half-dream state i see a man creeping into my bedroom then rounding the foot of my bed to better peer down at my motionless body. something tells me i know him though i cannot reconcile why he wears a baseball cap pulled closely upon his brow or wears a jacket with its collar upturned - this willowy person i cannot name. with one thought, awake or not, my curiosity gives way to panic and i lash out feet kicking, voice screaming to this man

o death, why are you a Red Sox fan?