“I’m too indecisive to commit suicide!”
my upstairs neighbor says to me,
which is not the first time he’s said it,
but this time I respond, “That’s how it is for me also.
Pretty sad, huh!?”
And with that, we both laugh–
laughs that reflect having known each other
for over thirty years, both of us pretty cynical guys,
borderline misanthropes, yet each of us having friends
and family that give us some comfort,
and distract us at times from the pain.
And before heading our separate ways, I say to him
in an acerbic tone, “Have a wonderful day!
It sure is great to be alive!” to which he responds,
“You just took the words out of my mouth…”
Written By: Jeffrey Zable
Jeffrey Zable is a teacher and conga drummer who plays Afro-Cuban folkloric music for dance classes and Rumbas around the San Francisco Bay Area.
His poetry, fiction,and non-fiction have appeared in hundreds of literary magazines and anthologies. Recent writing in Hypnopomp, Ink In Thirds, Nauseated Drive, Tigershark, After The Pause, Third Wednesday, Brushfire, Smoky Blue, Alba, Greensilk, Corvus, and many others. In 2017 he was nominated for both The Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize.