unhinged this spring
the girl next door killed herself
last christmas
my brother told me something about
how she was sick
sad sick
a recovered bipolar
he went to high school with her i think
other neighbors had called my parents
on their vacation
to tell them
her parents thought she was better
her dad went to visit her
and she was dead
her mother always had a wonderful vegetable garden
this summer there was nothing
but heavy plastic
covering empty dirt

or poor aaron
dead of a heroin_overdose
easier to think it was an accident

reminds me of these poor kids
when it could have been me
the crickets singing
and everything echoed in the quiet
magnifying the profound emptiness
what's it to you?
who go