Thursday, December 4, 2014

Full


There came a time when she could no longer, as they said, “keep the place up.” When there was more clothing on the floor than in the closet, and yet the closet was stuffed full. When the newspapers stacked up faster than she could read them. When the rolls of bought-on-sale toilet paper stashed in the pantry outnumbered the days she was expected to live.

She knew that’s what they were saying. That it was “getting to be time,” that she needed to “move on,” “move somewhere they could take care of her.” She didn’t hear them say it, but she knew they were saying it. People all think the same things, and when you’ve lived a long time, you’ve had most of the thoughts that are possible for a person to have.

She didn’t care. She was staying, and it wasn’t a discussion or a debate or a compromise. She was staying until the newspapers reached the kitchen ceiling. She was staying until all the toilet paper was used up. She would stay green carpet until the clothing piled up dirty walls that chair belonged to her mother. That’s not a cockroach it was her apartment and people want her out the chess set, you can’t throw out a chess set. Her apartment too much rice does the neighbor like rice and she could fill every damn inch how she pleased, even if he was probably anti-Semitic, no, best to keep the rice this was grandmother’s ring, or was it that one, an adult can fill up space how she wants fill it up toilet paper rice the napkins were on sale you can always use napkins good pantsuit for a job interview rice rice can of beans can of corn toilet paper toilet paper toilet paper.

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