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And at my new job I am the manager-in-training. In French it is “Responsable en formation” Or as I would say, Responsible information. However, I was not responsible in gathering my information. During my interview, I said masseuse. Turns out that is heavily connotated and maybe even denotated as a sex word. I asked if it was the French ending He said, “No, it’s the happy ending” Maybe French is only sexy because of how much is escapes me. The opposite reason is why death was never sexy to me because of how much I escaped it Maybe death finds Me Sexy And Anyway I got the job And a month later my boss gave to me a T-shirt that said your table is ready At first, Instead of a massage table, I thought it was a stretcher And I laughed I wonder what that means “You could have died” “you almost died” “it’s a miracle you’re still here” “we’re /glad/ you’re still here” Are words I often hear from my doctors who almost always meet with me pro bono because I am poor, but also interesting Medically But they are not words I hear from my mother Those are the words she saves to give to her 90-something mother-in-law I say 90-something not because I am careless or inattentive, but because my grandmother Adeline lied about her age so often in her youth, that both she and the government forgot her actual age The words my mother gives to grandma J upset her. She is tired of living Asked all of us to pray for her death Asked my brother in law to be “to help her get to heaven tonight” Said “I know you can help me get to heaven tonight” presumably because he works for the cook county coroner's office. He is a man so jaded that he sometimes can only laugh on the job when he sees particularly trite Chicago suicide notes: To be fair, he’s not cruel It is usually when it is something Like “you either die the hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain” Anyway, it made him cry when old Addie asked that and also if you are a prayer person, please pray for her death, I can’t bring myself to do it.
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77jet
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Dec 3, 2020
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Originally performed at the iFell Gallery on November 30, 2019. Adeline D Johnson passed peacefully on May 13, 2020. She was buried with her dog’s ashes. She was buried next to her husband she hadn’t seen since 1976

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