Dick Whitman
by dizzy turek

Stop sign turns to a chinese lantern        do you accumulate sentiment like a creekbed
in peoples’ lives     or is it pushing  &  pushing  until    the nice things at your funeral?
nice enough for leverage        didn't tip tonight    figured I carried it
my grandma drank like all my favorite characters                didn't recognize her
at her own memorial    “who are you talking about?”    "didn't you know her
even a second?”   I'm her Sally   the headlights go off    just a red sign now    says
well   you know


dizzy turek writes in Chicago but is originally from Ohio. he also does theater.