Markella Lousidis' work originally appeared inVoicesin 2021.
I don’t walk under cranes or glass awnings or under stone hoods, masonry canopies, or whatever you’d call them. It’s not that I fear death. I fear what they would print in the obituary and say at the wake (they’re always talking). I will have supplied my own flowers for that occasion: blue hydrangeas, as they will be in season. The music, too, I have pre-selected. It will be Debussy, and they will pray that I may finally have peace and they will say to each other that it must be so. But the wispy clouds of flowers, and the waves, wistful in E, then whimsical in G will have been chosen by me so that they may have peace. I will finally have quiet.