Pamplemousse

The Student Literary Journal of Vermont State University

You tell Grandma that you want a baby and she says, “You do not have a boyfriend.” But that doesn’t matter we’re discussing your husband now.

Sure, you don’t have one yet, but you will and he may die before you and you must prepare for that now because you may die before him.

And the greatest gift you can give is to show him how you will live when he is in heaven. You must keep death in your relationship.

Tell him, when he dies you’re still going to wake up every morning water the apple trees, you won’t let the garden go brown, tend the crocuses.

You’ll sing to the Wandering Jew, remember that’s how plants grow.

Reread Jitterbug Perfume, hum Iris’

“The Last Toast,” laugh at G-d’s rudeness.