“humando” which means burying

inspired by Hope on a Tightrope by Cornel West, 8 min  2.19.13 @ my desk

“Well ain’t this a stitch.  Huh Eddie?”  Marie whispers the words because she is losing breath.  She is numb from the waist down but she feels a sharp stab when she chuckles.  There isn’t anything funny about the bookcase pining her to the carpet.  Well maybe a little.  “Fer crissakes you must be pissin yourself over this one, huh Eddie?”  She was suffocating under the weight of her grief.  Literally.  Decades of his Time magazine subscription had toppled the heavy oak bookcase.  Knocked her right out.  She wished she’d stayed out cold but she could tell it wouldn’t be much longer.  Just yesterday Eddie Jr. was bugging her to get rid of the clutter.  Said it was time to make things easier for her.  “What d’ya think of that one huh Eddie?  Your boy thinks it’s time to get rid of Time.”  Breath squeezes out .  Marie takes shallow sips at the air.   She wishes she could hug the mass of Time to her.  The collection was Eddie’s pride.  He called it the Encyclopedia of their generation.  Everything was there, the moon landing, the assassinations of both Kennedy boys, Martin Luther King, so much history.  Their whole life.