come with me.
he says it,
surging toward her
eyes fierce and foolish.
he loves her.
she laughs.
no, you don’t know what that means.
I saw her ten days ago, but I swear. Today is the day. Today is the day and I know that she’s the one, I swear. We’re going to tell our kids about this.
she walked around the woods a lot
and found him one day, securing a noose around his neck.
he looked at her, laughed
“are you my angel?”
she didn’t know what to say, so she nodded.
picture frames on the wall.
behind those smiles they begged him not to do it.
who gave him the gun?
our last conversation spoke of promise.
left me giddy the entire day.
and then the days that followed—
they told me i wasn’t the only one you promised.
now i wonder if what you write is about me.
she has those owl eyes
and the look of a starving artist.
yes, i would very much like her.
