Today
I hang
I hang myself
I hang myself onto
I hang myself onto the branches
of this old tree
just to go, to flee
of too much probability

Tonight
I shoot
I shoot myself
I shoot myself a picture
I shoot myself a picture of me
in front of my favorite old tree
so I can remember thee
so there can be another me
so in this picture I can also be

Yesterday
I killed
I killed myself
I killed myself in a picture
I killed myself in a picture that shows
another me
in memory
but if she's dead
who's sitting on this chair
a me in disguise
I think I killed myself twice
or how many times?

It was the likeness of her
replaced
with maps
forests
shine
cold sheets in summer
vanilla ice cream
sunlight on wooden floors
flight of fairies
childhood unearthed
a generous heart and lungs
a magic of my own.
When I finally dreamt
without her
it was
renewing.