Thursday, July 6, 2017

the boy

the boy who killed himself
has been gone
for ages.
at eight, how did he know
what to do.
the rope, the chair,
the pipes
above the sink
in the laundry room.
what becomes of the living
after that?
how can you go on?
how can anything taste right
again.
what good is the sun,
or love.
the full moon
making leaves silver.

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