Grandma, sitting on her pink, plastic-covered chair, by Ed Komenda

Life is a ball

of shit,

she says.

You’re born,

she says,

and you go to school,

she says,

and sometimes

you get married

and have kids,

she says.

You work,

she says,

and work

and work

and if you’re lucky,

she says,

you retire.

You fall apart,

she says,

and no one

can tell you

why.

Ed Komenda is a writer and journalist from Chicago’s South Side.  His fiction has appeared in Literary Orphans.  He lives in Nevada.

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