The Polkadodge Organization: I'm Changing My Answer To Door 3 because I Didn't Understand The Rules by Adam Quenton Goes

The Polkadodge Organization: I'm Changing My Answer To Door 3 because I Didn't Understand The Rules by Adam Quenton Goes »

polkadodgeorganization:

Let’s say

I came home and found the

lights off, found

the door cracked open, found myself

taking in the whole

scene, your limp

body on the bed, the bottle of

pills, and I shut the door behind

me and started

the car back up. I went out for a burger and

shake, stopped at the

gas station on the corner for a

pack of cigarettes.

                            Let’s say instead that

you remembered your mother

had been addicted to painkillers your entire

life. The neighbor called me

at my office

-no- I had

come home from work early that

day, and this time, I still had a

couple in the pack. So that’s how the paramedics found

me, smoking one on the porch, because

you had placed the pistol in

your mouth and written the biography

of our love all over the bathroom

wall.

          Let’s say this time I called 911

and you were taken to the

hospital. The baby

didn’t make it, and it was the reason

all along. I knew because you’d told

me. Or there wasn’t a

baby at all, and that had been the reason instead.

Whichever; either way I held

your hand as the

sun came up.

                     Let’s say anything

besides that I came home, and you

had made lasagna again, and we

watched gameshows

until we couldn’t keep

our eyes open anymore.