for my dead aunt

my aunt died in 1985 or 1986

I can't remember

she was nice

she drank and smoked and died from cancer

at age 47 or 46

I can't remember

but one thing I can remember was that she was nice

and had all these husbands and boyfriends

and I had a cousin

who was always in and out of jail

and sometimes I would go visit her

in this little mobile trailer home in Los Angeles

she would always feed me these little dead vienna sausages

little dead wieners

maybe she figured I liked them

or maybe that's all she had

it was our special bonding

I would be dropped off at the little mobile home in Los Angeles

and I would eat wieners and listen to record lps

and she would smoke cigarettes and drink vodka from a glass

and we would laugh

and then she died

and they had some dumb Russian funeral

and those are the worst

you have to sit on your knees in some dumb church

with hard wood floors that are older than dirt

singing songs that you don't know how to sing

while men with stupid beards and women with stupid things on their heads cry

and all you want to do is get the hell out of there quick

but my aunt was nice

and my cousin was in and out of jail for drugs

and you used to eat those little dead vienna sausages

in a little tin can

and it was some mobile trailer home in Los Angeles

that is probably not there anymore

01/03/2013

Posted on 01/03/2013
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