Selected Poems
Clip of a hung woman
It is evidence.
The point of view always remains the same.
A video opens in
an empty garage.
She steps into focus
below a thick crossbeam
Some things can't be unseen.
She tests again, again
one last time to be
sure, it can bear her
and a weight that
we cannot do anything
to stop what is inevitable
She mumbles her reason
sews her sorry list like
a string of Ave Maria's.
We wish we could respond
but remain rosary silent
as bows her head
through the noose.
In the final moment
as she begins to fall
her sleeves and skirt billow.
Is that an open-door breeze?
Has a hero arrived?
Air leaves you in hope
for a split second, begin
to believe in miracles.
Wishing she reconsiders
or surrenders to the sky
and could suddenly fly.
Rather a sudden snap limp
to dangle dead, having finally
reached the end of her rope.
The point of view always remains the same.
A video opens in
an empty garage.
She steps into focus
below a thick crossbeam
Some things can't be unseen.
She tests again, again
one last time to be
sure, it can bear her
and a weight that
we cannot do anything
to stop what is inevitable
She mumbles her reason
sews her sorry list like
a string of Ave Maria's.
We wish we could respond
but remain rosary silent
as bows her head
through the noose.
In the final moment
as she begins to fall
her sleeves and skirt billow.
Is that an open-door breeze?
Has a hero arrived?
Air leaves you in hope
for a split second, begin
to believe in miracles.
Wishing she reconsiders
or surrenders to the sky
and could suddenly fly.
Rather a sudden snap limp
to dangle dead, having finally
reached the end of her rope.
