YOU CAN READ MY NOVEL REDEMPTION OF PULASKI BELOW.
https://www.short-story.net/read/13339/redemption-of-pulaski/
THE SMELL OF BURNING FLESH
Every day I would brush my hair and put in fancy earrings
and drive to my part time job at the Adult Day Care Center
Lucky lucky me and I even got paid.
One time the boss called me over. Samoan, his long hair
was piled up in a bun atop his head. I stared and admired.
Kindly he fired me.
Instead of doing it in private, I snuck out my Novolog needle
and injected in my belly. Quickly, before they saw me.
My milky white abdomen looked like fresh meat before the ovens
at Birkenau.
Horrified at my own personal holocaust, I said goodbye
to half a dozen men and women - Dolly, Cleo, Fritzi and Ginger - except the two women I suspected
had tattled, no, betrayed me like Bonhoeffer hanged naked
from the gallows in Germany.
As I drove for the last time down the driveway
windows open for freedom
past the bus that drove them to Walmart and the Dumpster
that held broken furniture
A huge grey garden pot blew free and
bumped its way down the driveway with me.
Kindly sharing my humiliation.
You will see it now smiling with
yellow mums, wildflowers from seed
and honeybees from a neighbor.
These small two winged creatures
will never know the death I still
suffer from Birkenwald.
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