teej wrote me
her prologue
to a 20-volume
suicide note.
ten days later
she was dead.
i wrote
my prologue*
to a 20-volume
suicide note.
111 days later
i'm still here.
but maybe not
forever.
they will say
i was sad;
they won't
understand.
my life
isn't sad;
the world
is sad.
they will say
i was crazy;
they won't
understand.
crying every day
isn't crazy;
the world is crazy.
and my words
are never really
quite enough.
so i am writing
my 20 volumes
without words.