MY ENDURING BONES

Stories , Poems, and More By A.M. Moscoso

I guess I should feel bad and not talk smack when someone I didn’t like dies.

It’s the respectful thing to do.

On the other hand my cats used to bring me half eaten, almost still alive rodents because they love and respect me.

I guess I should feel bad when someone I don’t like dies.

But I don’t.

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