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Epitaph Epigraph

There’s a whole
million of them
on this tombstone
alone. I think he
believed she’d
pull over just to
slake her thirst.
All forty-seven
gallons of it,
though? Back
at the gallows
it was becoming
a real page-turner.
It’s too bad that
Ted, the one who
was soon to be dead,
had happened upon
such a troublesome
note. It was written
by Sally as she’d
drifted down the
Seine in her, well,
she liked to call it
a houseboat.  She
placed the note gent

ly over the soiled and
crumbling parchment
where it stayed for
over two decades in
her late great-niece’s
fruits and vegetables
coloring book, sand
wiched between a
pastel pomegranate
and a gigantic un
colored grape.