Go Well
Go Well
reads the closing
of your suicide note
from patient to doc
from elsewhere to here
I blink and I'm back
at the resident clinic
wearing the walls
like a head
You read Alaska
in the waiting room
cargos and hiking boots
as if about to embark on
something big
you came prepared
pad and pen
a deep whisper voice swaying
the sagging oak out
the third story windows
broad-shouldered
enviable posture
bare ponytail white
like the lab mouse
a beard the foam of ocean
water escaping unto itself
We shared the oxygen
in the room
more than pain or heartache
than bullet points or criteria
a childhood singed
a self-worth wilted
before it could ever erupt
hard up and love-lost
boulders of years
stacked on your chest
seconds in session
procedures in mourning
an animal anguish
no words or pills repaired
Despair took me
for a moment
bayonet of nausea
Where do we stand now?
lonely bullet through
tangled depths of circuitry
the dark garden burrowed through
A quiet arc of flight
swallowing stars in blue
black night
it gathered life and legs
it sightlessly scurries toward me—
teeth hair bone
a swift metronome heart
