My Death Space Dot Com

Now that obituaries come online with coroner reports and full disclosure, imagine the ways to betray a man come out of hiding to die. Ask the bloggers who weigh in on my friend’s bad habit, who make of it their own drug strung out across a mirror, so when they pay tribute to their power, how they had their doubts about his talent, his flu, I think how lucky I was to receive the kindness of the weak. My death space, as they call it, as if it’s me who died. A life, we know, is complex. But death is simple. A place to talk shit, to license grief, or barring that, to kill it.