Creative License 2017

The Grand Exit
by Jacob C. Smith
How do I want to go out, you ask.
Like a light?
Sputtering, jolting,
dimming to nothing as someone pulls a plug?
On a fancy date?
A stroll out the door in my finest suit, to be
met by my driver at the front gate,
carried in a long, black car,
then greeting a six-foot gentleman with lilies,
lying down beside him at the end of the night?
Maybe I’ll just pop over
to the grocery store,
pick up some eggs,
maybe some milk,
and come straight back, not to be
late
for supper.
j
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