We keep death deep

in our closets. We take

death out when our loved ones

are away for an

afternoon. We put it on

and stare at ourselves in the

mirror.

The father takes an empty

gun out of a shoebox

under his bed. He puts it 

to his temple and 

pulls

the trigger.
The mother tries on
the black lace 
dress. It is most
becoming. It fits quite 
well.