Posted by: jaime1010 | July 29, 2012

Chops

Once, he wrote a poem

and he called it “Chops,”

because that was the name of his dog,

and that’s what it was all about.

And the teacher gave him an A and a gold star.

His mother hung it on the kitchen door, and

read to all of his aunts.

Once, he wrote another poem

and he called it “Question Marked Innocence”

because that was the name of his grief,

and that’s what it was all about.

And the professor gave him an A, and a strange and steady look.

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because he never let her see it.

Once, at 3 am, he tried another poem.

And he called it absolutely nothing,

because that’s what it was all about.

And he gave himself an A,

and a slash on each damp wrist,

and he didn’t get to hang it

because he couldn’t make it to the kitchen…

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  1. Jaime. This is incredible. Instant grapefruit inna throat stuff. For those of us that have known a person that’s suicided…well, this hits home. I am touched beyond expression.


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