thoughts for carolyn

did he love to read?

when he shot her eyes….do you know?

you crushed him, and this weight

on all is not yours. Do not pretend

you loved him.


As they look from the monitor

to my eyes

to my arm

back to the monitor

adjust the stethescope

their eyes speak horror,

which terrifies me, but

reveals something very very good –

for the first time,

my heavy beating heart whispered,

I don’t want to die.”