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Content warning: This poem contains themes of suicide.
Evesdropping
I tried to kill myself last October.
I feel as though a saint in wretch’s skin,
a sinner without sin,
all perilous piety and legs dangling in the wind.
Freedom 5 stories ‘low.
Cowardice and bike tire array and cold steel
all hallowed.
I tried to kill myself last October,
two weeks before my sister walks,
by my side, as I reassure her that—
life is less than divine, best taken in stride(s)—
but I’ve never really felt fraternity.
My hypocrisy fails too often to mask my pride.
I tried to kill myself last October,
optimism be damned about a costume.
Don’t talk to me about masks
when my identity already feels posthumous,
consumed by a sense of self ripped in two,
and incompleted by promises of next year, and of June.
As I rot I spin my hagiography,
dwelling only on ideas of who I’m supposed to be,
but I tried to kill myself last October…
and I didn’t, for fear of committing some
grand trespass of ego.
But, as far as hallowed eaves go.
