Death of a Chiefs Fan
Death of a Chiefs Fan
by softserve
Bam! Blood vessel pops like
gunshot, leaves me
lifeless
in this alley and Sarah and
Alisha–on break–find me in
jeans
and jersey, lying warm but
lifeless among sparrow-chirps in
cool morning light. Fading to
blue sky, I watch the brown
tops of their
heads scatter like fleas, drop their
cigarettes, flee inside…all alone
a sprawling corpse in Chiefs
red, forearms burning from
UV rays, it waits–me, my flimsy dead
vessel–for mom and wife and daughter
to carry off, still youthful—still might
smile any moment, needing hair
trimmed before a wake.