Underneath, A Group of Catfish Discover Existentialism
Paw Paw wakes up.
Paw Paw decides, ‘this is the day’.
Paw Paw still makes his breakfast, still turns the pictures facing the walls.
Paw Paw calls no one; he feels secure in this.
Paw Paw finishes his quilt made of horseshoes, hemming the sleeves with the remaining darkness from his past.
Paw Paw takes the rest of his arthritis medicine and a six pack of Coors.
Paw Paw saws off a shotgun, writes “FRIEND” in black Sharpie on the side.
Paw Paw heads out to the bridge at the mill pond.
Paw Paw thinks, this path is overgrown now.
Paw Paw remembers catching blue gill with his grandson which is a lie he tells himself
Paw Paw is terrified for a second, but the second passes and he cannot feel his hands
Paw Paw sits on the low wood railing of the bridge; he hears the rustling of birds in the brush.
Paw Paw thinks about it being his last day, for certain.
Paw Paw wraps himself in the horseshoe quilt, grabs his friend.
Paw Paw whispers please.
Paw Paw pulls the trigger.
Paw Paw falls and sinks and sinks.