“Gone but not forgotten”
I’ve used that phrase, occasionally, in the restroom.
“…Mom’s head’s in the crapper,
from her body it’s parted.”
The P in P-man stands for poet, right?
~VOW
It stands for whatever folks want it to stand for; that can change from day to day.
*Here I sit, brokenhearted
…Moms head’s in the crapper
From her body it’s been parted
In fear the Law would map her,
I tore down the house of Privy*…
Here I sit, brokenhearted
Mom’s head from her body is parted.
I put it down the crapper hole
God have mercy on her soul.
Will the law come after me?
Quick, tear down the old privy!
Never more will Mom be found
Til Beckdawrek’s nosing around.
Great story, Beck! Creepy and poetically inspiring!
I hope you realize this means that you are never going to get me to step foot on your land. I don’t have no truck with dead folk. Well, not the wet ones.
Oh, Dropzone, ol’Ma French is not there anymore. I promise.
The Sheriff took her head away.
What did he do with it? That sounds like a great artifact for the county courthouse.
I sent this to my youngest, who’s a screenwriting major. Of course you’d get a big cut if he made it into a blockbuster.
Daughters want to know if you leave offerings for Ma Frenchy. Their own mother was a witchy woman who knew things. All I know is to split a beer with her once a year.
P-man, I don’t know what became of the head and the denture. I wanted to keep them. But they all just laughed when I asked for them. Shoot, yeah. Tell your writer I have stories to sell!
**Dropzone **, tell the girls i do offer a moment of silence everytime I look at the stone marker. Maybe I’ll start leaving an offering. Maybe a penny on the stone every now and again.
And now we know why the toilet is called “the head.”
Thanks for the warning, Beck, but I couldn’t stop reading. Buckets of suspense with a satisfying conclusion: good stuff.
nellie, you clever girl!