from Things I Wrote Before I Died
According to a Google search the seven easiest and most painless ways to kill yourself are as follows: carbon monoxide inhalation, sleeping pills, anesthesia, lethal injection, drowning (see, throwing yourself off a bridge into deep water; see, me), hanging, and shooting yourself in the head or heart. There are so many things I want to ask, but my mouth is full of dreams that refused to stay for diner. Still, I want to ask Elliott Smith which was harder: plunging the knife into his heart the first or second time?
One Sentence Poem “Titled I Am Hoarding Umbrellas for the Afterlife”
Still, I want to apologize for tomorrow and the rain that will probably come with it.
When you are God I am God, and when you are love I am love. When you found that roach in the tub I was that too, and when your first kiss walked you home from school, I was the warmth against the small of your back, a crimson sky taunting the landscape of a mountaintop I could never afford.
Peter Gabriel‘s poems have appeared in Maudlin House, Arcturus, and Eunoia Review. He can be reached at email@example.com.