Posted by Atticus on August 30, 2004, at 14:50:35
In reply to Re: poem...Contradiction » Atticus, posted by malthus on August 30, 2004, at 12:06:36
The wounds from my crumbled marriage with Alyssa stayed fresh an astonishly long time -- it could be five years later and it still felt like she'd left yesterday -- right up to the time of the suicide attempt that put me in the hospital this past spring. My poem "The Telephone Just Keeps on Screaming" details the elaborate little ritual I had built up around runs at commiting suicide, and since you read it you know that the centerpiece of the little sacrificial altar I'd always set up was our wedding portrait. I hope that someone caring and supportive and loving lies in both our futures. It's a difficult hope to sustain, but the alternative is just despair, and I've traveled through that bleak landscape for so long that I'm tired of it. It'll just end up leading me back to a shiny new box-cutter, and I don't want to put myself and my family through that again. Atticus
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