A phone call

November 20, 2011

I received a call from the Easter Bunny

once when I was young

Probably some stunt my parents set up

and payed for

He asked me how I was

and what I was hoping for in my easter basket

I remember standing in the living room


Not because I was star struck

or particularly irreverent

or even ill-mannered

I was just confused

as to why the Easter Bunny would call me

He ended the conversation with

“Happy Easter!”

“k.  seeya.”

What a disrespectful little shit

the Easter Bunny must have thought I was

He was probably a little confused himself

Probably called hundreds of kids

Respectful children who squealed

with excitement over the wire

I have to imagine if

for some reason

Mr. Death or God himself called for me

I’d react similarly

bewilderment maybe


“uh, hey.  what’s up.”

and maybe they’ll be caught off-guard

and just leave me alone



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