Whatever you do, do not
threaten suicide in Arizona
ever again.

Why do you do this
to yourself, to your sister, what
is it about the decaying heat
of the desert that reminds you of
your soul?

Nothing can survive in either,
they will be suffocated by your rays.
You can love a thing to death.
The sun does it
every day.

You think you're saving them
but you're killing them, you've killed every
poor and lost soul that has wandered in
to this wasteland,
by accident.

Never
on purpose.

What is it about Arizona that makes you
feel so alone? People running from box to box
to escape the heat, lonely as hell.
But at least
they're comfortable.

What is it inside of you
that wants to die
wherever you are? On vacation, sitting
by the pool. Why do you buy sunscreen
if you're just going to
off yourself anyways?
It doesn't make any
******* sense.

You did this in Paris, made people
worry, notice, told them it was better for you
to die abroad, cheaper, somehow, than
cleaning up the mess at home. Maybe it's because
France has free health insurance.
They still pity
the sick.

Fountains and men and Towers of light.
It was your dream. It was perfect.
Some days you wanted to die. But the good days,
my God, you were beautiful.
You lit up entire rooms.
Life was worth living.

Now, you're in the desert.
You are sick. You are hot,
walking on the scolding black pavement
wherever you go. The desert burns
everyone you have ever known.
Don't threaten suicide
in Arizona.