Sue Tyseck

Over in the rain as promised to café on Verdun Avenue where Linda works as temporary(and quite deaf) waitress for weak coffee and overpriced fried egg sandwich and a too chummy owner that wants me to donate autographed book to one of those big organized charities for crippled kids
No menu cause someone stole the computer
Linda,after appropriate pause-she loves being the first to know- tells us that Sue Tyseck age 54 was found dead at home on Cheque Day
There’ll be no laying out or funeral with the body to be disposed of by the City and death under investigation
Suspicions
Not like Sue to die on Cheque Day,the one day she came alive.
Liz,on hearing the news,went over to Bingo’s to find out if Steve,one of Sue’s ex-boyfriends, had heard that Sue was dead and there she breaks out crying when recognizing Kelley,one of Sue’s castoff kids,sitting at the counter having a hangover breakfast special
Kelley didn’t cry
Steve didn’t cry
Liz is probably the only one that ever cried over Sue
Once a gorgeous big-eyed blond until hollowed out by booze and drugs into bitter dregs of herself
The swing and sway of her at twenty years old in that Rock n Roll glitter t-shirt she wore once to a party in prime
A walking corpse the last time I saw her with face of surprising rage and eyes like an evil curse when she took off her sunglasses
And me, the one that said years ago that we let Sue Tyseck down somehow,let her walk by that day without recognition.
Afraid to look too close into her eyes