The Blue Suit

Word of The Day Challenge: SMIKER

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There are days I think about him

and I wonder how he is doing.

The last time I saw him he was in a blue suit

that had  smelled like mothballs so

somebody had sprayed it with a little cologne

and it only made the smell worse.

I took it outside to air it out.


I sat outside  on a bench and watched

the Dead Man’s Suit

swaying in the breeze from a hook by the door and I wondered how long this

could take.

In those days we still used Sony Walkmans and I listened

to Abba’s album Waterloo from track to track.

So now I know that if  you hang a Dead Man’s Suit to air out

it will take that long to get rid of most of the smell of mothballs and cologne.


When I was done

I dressed the Dead Man in his suit.

I finished getting him ready for his funeral

and when I was done I checked his hair, his hands.

I straightened  his tie and then I looked at his mouth.

His lips were setting in a smooth straight line.

It didn’t look right. I walked from side to side and ran my finger under his lip


and I knew what belonged there

a smirk.

Of course I couldn’t let him go into his coffin with a sneer on his lips.

But it belonged there, it really did.

So  he went to his funeral, dignified, stern, composed

in his freshly aired suit

and I am sure, not really looking like himself.


2 thoughts on “The Blue Suit

  1. Wonderful. So composed and yet so personal all at once. And, in my limited experience, dead people often don’t look like their living selves. It’s both sad and, I think, reassuring.

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