The morning after I killed myself, I woke up. I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice
Poetry Ptuesday: Hurry by Marie Howe
“Honey I’m sorry I keep saying Hurry–”
Poetry Ptuesday – Sculptor of Tyana by Cavafy (Translated by Rae Dalven)
“They must be made so light that / their bodies, their feet, must clearly show / they do not tread the earth, but run on the sea.
Poetry Ptuesday – Instead of Killing Yourself by Derrick C. Brown
“Instead of killing yourself / wait until / a year from now”
Poetry Ptuesday – At Joan’s by Frank O’Hara
“I am lonely for myself / I can’t find a real poem”