Day of the Dead Prerogative

I dreamt of zombies last night.

I asked you where you put them: In the garage?

You said in the closet.

I told you to move my mom’s stuff over and put your stuff in there—not the zombies!

You said it was your day of the dead prerogative and quoted dialogue from Hiroshima, Mon Amour.

This is how we doomscroll our days of the dead in the Anthropocene.

What I’m Reading:

“We do not want to know what it took.
We’d rather not speak the dead ill.
We do not want to know what it took
to make him wish he were dead still.”

— Heid E. Erdrich / “Ghost Prisoner”