Pieces (Resting In)

I just walked into the house and I could hear my cell phone ringing. I could tell it was my mom by the ring tone(Sophisitcat). She told me that Anna Nicole was found dead in her hotel room. I felt sad for her troubled life. I felt sad because she lost a son and was a new mother all in a matter of days.

My hands are burning as I type this, rosy red from the frigid death chill of winter. I was enduring the cold and doing the duty of picking up what seemed to be a million stiff dog turds in the fading sunlight. There is a definite art to the method as they get bonded to the snow beneath them like Super Glue.

You must have one of those mini rake type of implements and hold it with the tines up, facing the sky. In a chipping like motion, one must hack just under the turd, right below the bond and it breaks free in a neat complete piece. Miss and everything shatters into a zillion tiny pieces.

Life is so fragile and people are so fragile. Yes, as fragile as frozen turds on the tundra. R.I.P. Anna