Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Meddle Shmeddle

January 8, 2008: Today is my dead brother's birthday. My mom says we're not going to celebrate his birthday or commemorate him because it saddens her. She's sick of people dying. First, my dad gets run over by a car. Then, my brother gets killed in Iraq by friendly fire when he stopped to speak Farsi to Iranians at a checkpoint. My mom tells me to shut up about friendly fire and let my brother be remembered as a war hero. Let's make a cake for him and blow out the candles, I say. You just want cake. No, it's not the cake I like but the friendly fire of the candles, goading her. Julius, she spouts, you were once a popular boy, before you told people your brother was killed by his friend during an unnecessary killing spree. What do you have to go around ho-humming for that his friend went and shot him? I just want people to know my boy didn't die for nothing. That's all I'm asking. So you don't have to be saying that he got killed by his friend, because I want his Purple Heart to be worth something more than just its metal. I won't meddle with his medal, I say. Meddle shmeddle. We're still not having cake. She smiles, but her cadaverous face, decomposing before my eyes, falls flat. No cake, again.

Copyright, 2008, Jennifer Chesler, All Rights Reserved

4 comments:

wiredwriter said...

Very interesting! How are you?

funkykarma said...

FUCK yeah

this rocks, dahlink!

Anonymous said...

I have lost count of how many times I have read these – but each time is as astounding as the first. They are all rich with so many things. I will not list these, as I hope, that they will be read from the first piece to the last – all will be revealed in the reading – and more by re-reading. The ending of this one is devastating. Exceptional work.

thanatos instinct said...

Have you read the sandbox? Its an anthology of letters and essays dispatched from Iraq, compiled by the guy who does Doonesbury.

Recieved presumably by those who wish to send a "fuck you" to their organization, or are simply too shell shocked to care @ this point...