probably a beautiful tuesday morning
but waking up to hear him say that you
threw yourself off over an
overpass. surreal as it seems,
i wasn’t crying till i hung up i thought
dad’s voice quivers and mine cracks,
and then, remembering you/i didn’t say goodbye
i left at 7, and you were
asleep in clothes from the daybefore with
so why are we still at odds
fighting when you’re battered in bed
because i can’t not be mad,
imagine Evan, hunched over
crying and not knowing whatelse to do.
and i can’t call mom because i’m too hungry to start crying again.