Maverick Mist

A Knock On The Door
James Tate

“They ask me if I’ve ever thought about the end of 
the world, and I say, “Come in, come in, let me 
give you some lunch, for God’s sake.” After a few 
bites it’s the afterlife they want to talk about. 
”Ouch,” I say, “did you see that grape leaf 
skeletonizer?” Then they’re talking about 
redemption and the chosen few sitting right by 
His side. “Doing what?” I ask. “Just sitting?” I 
am surrounded by burned up zombies. “Let’s 
have some lemon chiffon pie I bought yesterday 
at the 3 Dog Bakery.” But they want to talk about 
my soul. I’m getting drowsy and see butterflies 
everywhere. “Would you gentlemen like to take a 
nap, I know I would.” They stand and back away 
from me, out the door, walking toward my 
neighbors, a black cloud over their heads and 
they see nothing without end.”

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