I almost agreed to kill someone today. Almost. It sounds bad but it’s kind of my job. The person paying me, my employer you could say, was the guy who wanted to die. I wasn’t going to kill-him kill him, I hardly ever do. I just help people who are committed to doing it themselves. I make sure it reaches completion. The idea is to avoid a messy, half-finished outcome. I have sort of a good reputation in the business.
This is not what I wanted to be when I grew up. I didn’t major in self-actuated demise planning. I didn’t even take the elective. My post-collegiate aspirations were to take my sports marketing major with the international business minor and perform essentially any task offered by the global sports marketing industry.…
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I’ve passed out three times in my life. Twice, while receiving spinal epidurals, and one time after too many tequila shots at my sister-in-law’s graduation party. Dizzy nausea hits first, next the confusion, then my hearing goes. I don’t get the prototypical tunnel vision; I assume my body gives out before I get to that point. I do get flashes of bright colors in the form of floating shapes. If they weren’t indicating an abrupt change in blood pressure, they’d be interesting to look at.
There were three nightmarish, unimagined days in the span of the six weeks it took my mom to die. I knew that whenever she died, there would be an unknown pain to endure. I had already dealt with the blow of the news.…
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The itching was ridiculous. It was a fluttering torture, a soft-bristle brush teasing tormented nerve endings, making me want to laugh and cry, but mostly cry. It was like being tickled by a loving, giggling sadist.
It started in my toes — well, one toe actually. The big toe on my left foot. But the teasing, tortuous feeling didn’t take long to migrate to the other toes and onto the rest of my feet. The itch moved as it willed, meandering cruelly.
It started at night, kicking in just as I closed my eyes to sleep after a long day’s work. I didn’t know it at the time, but the night before that night was the last decent sleep I would ever have in my bed.…
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The pair looks strikingly similar. Like sisters, although not twins. Dark, short hair, blue eyes, nice smiles, casual t-shirts, and jeans. Neither speaks right away, each seems to be waiting for me to begin. The one on the right has an eagerness to her, slightly leaning forward, expectant. The other, on the left, is comfortably seated with her back against the chair, posture perfect, tranquil.
I’m not sure who to address first since I’d asked them both to come. When life puts you in between things with no clear direction, I thought it best to get second opinions—from both sides. Then the one on the right, Ms. Expectant, clears her throat slightly, to which Ms. Tranquil acknowledges the break in silence, shifting her torso to the side and then back again to her peaceful neutrality.…
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It was early afternoon, Wednesday, October 5, 2022, a beautifully sunny and warm, almost hot day, and, having just finished booking a January 2023 holiday to Dublin, I sat back at my desk and gazed out my loft windows, thinking of a way to celebrate. It would be my second trip back since I’d obtained my Irish passport during the COVID pandemic, which I now proudly owned in addition to my Canadian passport and green card, and even though my trip was still over three months away, the prospect of once again returning to Ireland had me super-excited.
“Maybe I should just go to the White Sox game instead,” I said to myself after briefly considering taking a nap on the couch. Normally the regular season would have ended the previous week, but on account of the league’s spring lockout, play had been extended into October.…
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The directions were as follows: Apply a one-inch strip of toothpaste onto a soft-bristle toothbrush. Brush teeth thoroughly for at least two minutes twice a day (morning and evening) or as recommended by a dentist. Do not swallow. Spit out after brushing.
He wasn’t sure whether his toothbrush was a soft-bristle toothbrush. It may have been a medium- or hard-bristle toothbrush toothbrush. The toothbrush was old. He’d thrown away the packaging on the day he’d opened the toothbrush. Or within a few days thereafter, anyway. He wasn’t a slob. He examined the toothbrush. It bore no indication of the type of bristle, unfortunately. As a matter of fact, the only word to be found on the toothbrush was the name of the manufacturer. For the purpose of corporate branding.…
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Let’s say you’re on your last thin string
of hope your kids are hungry
you’ve lost
your minimum wage job with no benefits
your 2006 Chevy needs a new muffler
two rear tires an o-ring
for the oil
leak and your left wisdom tooth aches like hell
Your string of hope frayed and a little wet
is in your pocket one early spring
morning
as the sun rises on the first robin you see
Let’s say you smile Let’s say you feel
the face of the world slowly turning toward you
so you
warm your hands on a cup of tea and begin to sing
– David James
Author’s Note: I wanted to write a poem of hope since I found myself writing mostly “end of time” poems as I got older.…
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