Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 10/08/21

HALFWAY CRAZY

She was halfway crazy
and he filled in the gaps,
being crazy the rest of the way.

They had the biggest trailer
in the trailer park –
the first one on the left –
and were rarely seen leaving the premises.
Empty beer cans littered their balding lawn
and no one dared to complain
because they knew
she was halfway crazy
and he was crazy the rest of the way.
When they first moved in
the neighbors found out
little by little
that it was best to leave them alone.

He talked to himself
and she spoke to no one but him –
doing so monotonously and endlessly.
He didn’t seem to listen;
he was listening to voices that weren’t there.
They had no kids
and no one came to visit them
but they had a cat
and when the cat died
it became just them in the trailer –
he mumbled to himself
and she never stopped
her torrent of complaints,
gossip, recitations of lists,
other things he had to hear
but to which he did not listen.

When the ambulance came
to take him to the hospital
no one knew why and no one asked her,
who stayed behind
and was rarely again seen
coming out of the trailer.
She watched the ambulance drive off
and then stood on the balding lawn
staring off at the part of the road
where the ambulance’s lights
blinked out of sight.

He never came back
and other than being seen occasionally
hobbling along with bags of groceries,
she didn’t even exist
for her neighbors in the trailer park.
She had no one to talk to anymore.
Sounds no longer came
from the biggest trailer in the park –
the first one on the left
as you come in.

It wasn’t long,
maybe a year or a year-and-a-half
since the ambulance came and left,
that no one saw or heard her at all.
It was a while before someone became emboldened
and knocked on the trailer door
of the woman now alone
and known as halfway crazy.
There was no answer.
The authorities were called
and when the police got permission
to break down the door
the stench that pushed out at them
brought them to their knees
and they had to hold back their vomit.

She was halfway crazy
and he filled in the gaps,
being crazy the rest of the way
in the biggest trailer in the trailer park –
the first one on the left as you come in
off of 707 –
and now they’ve both left for good.
No one ever spoke to them
but everyone’s noticed that they’re gone.

©2021 John Tustin All rights reserved.

John Tustin

John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.