June 17, 1987

Elizabeth Hartman died last week

I saw the notice on the cover

Of People magazine at the Ralphs on Ventura Blvd.

It was lively at the market.

I’m sure just as much as it was at Mount Cavalry

Public crucifixions have become everyones favorite pastime.

Maybe I do it because I hate myself so much

Not much has changed, I guess, since Jesus died on the cross

As I walk out of the store with my eggs and ramen

A warm disgust reddens my face

Knowing that I am a party to this indignity

By reading of her demise in a grocery store.

I am sick of looking at car wrecks.

They always make me feel better.