Steve Sibra

When I Found Your Body

When I found your body it was dead. I mean it was a body life had left nobody had buried you beneath a cypress tree. Like anybody who had just found a body, I was torn—I mean I felt bad and all I mean I never really liked spending time with you, you were sometimes mean is what I mean. Not every body which everybody finds is going to be a friend, I mean dead bodies they come and go as we go through our lives it’s not as though we can pick and choose who we will find as friends, as lovers, as enemies most intense or sublime we get what we get. When I came upon your body I was shocked to find the first thing I thought about was to say Thank God this dead body is yours, not mine.

Steve Sibra