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69 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2017
Asked by her husband on her deathbed how she felt, Elizabeth Baret Browning said, Beautiful.
I don't remember how many I took--a handful.
According to a Sufi poem, God has already drawn a circle in the sand around the exact spot you are overdosing in.
Then the world is perfect--leave it alone.
I would say a mind made of snow.
I would say aspirin crushed in jelly for a headache, swallowed from a spoon.
Years later, a square of tinfoil and a lighter, the softest howl.
If you asked me what I wanted, I would imagine a ceramic skull, a jar with a moon.
I would say to shatter--to come true.
I am writing to you as an act of ending.
Cutting faces out of paper and folding them in envelopes like thoughts.
[...]
What makes the shape become visible, and breathe, is the angle and variation of absence.
[...]
I am you gone.