Paying To Be Euthanized
I have come to take the cure, I said.
I heard it is easy, and practically painless.
The ultimate forever end-of-the-end-cure? She asked.
I nodded my head. Yes!
And how will you be paying?
I am delighted! This is the place.
I had heard that it was, but you can never be sure.
Do you want a cremation? Or shall we just toss you over the cliff?
I peer over the cliff. There are lots of things down there
Cars, trucks, refrigerators, hope chests, an old safe
Can you go over the hill without all that armor?
Oh, sure. It’s no extra cost to toss you in a frig though.
To be tossed into a frig. Hm… That might be nice.
Do you have any pink refrigerators?
I think we might. Just a second. I will check.
Sam, do we have any pink refrigerators?
No, but there is a little pink Corvette we could toss her in.
All the better. I hand over my credit card.
She asks me for my car keys too.
Why?
Because you won’t be needing it, right?
Right.
A big guy comes in demanding to have his wife’s car keys.
To the pretty pink Corvette?
He nods his head.
Sorry, it has gone over the hill.
She winks at me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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