Quincy J. Walters | Conveying Narratives

WHAT REMAINS

by QUINCY J. WALTERS

Two weeks ago,

You were sitting in a home with pastel pink walls,

Sitting with people like you,

Hugging me.

Last week,

All of you were put in a plastic bag

In a metal container—-

With gold floral ornamentation—

In a cardboard box

In a tote bag, saying DIGNITY

On the dining room table.

Over the weekend,

We put a little of you in a hole in the ground

There was a light wind and rain

And you rode the wind

And I breathed you in.

Today,

Most of you are in a plastic bag

In a metal container—

With gold floral ornamentation—

In a cardboard box

In a tote bag, saying DIGNITY

On the dining room floor now.

Right now,

I’d hold you, but you’d slip through my fingers

All that remains are yours

And edible arrangements. 


A female duck, I think, is trying to force a male duck, I think, to mate. 


HELP WANTED: A STEADY

Equal opportunity employer here, looking for a relatively smart and cultured man aged 19-22, preferably not tall (5’4-5’7) to be my boyfriend. Job responsibilities include hand-holding, making out, doing cultured things (movies, plays, orchestral concerts, art exhibitions, etc). Once hired, other responsibilities will be disclosed. These are negotiable.
Inquire within.