Suicide Note

5/16/22

The ugly fifth child asked with delight:
“Why do they love me on this holy night?
I’m usually lonely, sad, and afraid
for the other three hundred and sixty four days.
They point out my teeth, all buckled and frayed.
I’m always alone and somewhat afraid.

Because of my face
they don’t let me vote.
My reptilian tongue —
unorthodox joke.
Played on me
to my dismay.

What would it take
to die today?
I’ve set my watch
to one-forty-three;
the day I was born
but never conceived.

At a quarter to two, to two, today
I’ll take my life, and know
God,
it’s okay.”