Monday afternoon

I'll write my violence in a sonnet. Discard my feelings into prose. Find the solution past the eyelids. Watch the fireflies as they glow. I'll end it all this summer. With a hammer and a break. See the fear in the newcomers. See the human life at stake. Live in nothing new but poems. Write a song or two or five. Live my whole life breathing below him. Just try to survive. I'll leave a letter with my art. My journey at last will end. the content of my heart. A daughter and a sister, least of all a friend.