twenty-nine year old
mother of three
stair step children
all under the age of seven
laboring under the weight
of her fifth month of pregnancy
with the fourth baby
came home from work one night
and shot herself twice
once in the head
once in the heart
yet it matters not
the numbers don’t add up
or that her commonly unlawful boyfriend
was never charged with the crime
because ’round these parts
they call that sort of death
a kentucky suicide
6 replies on “a kentucky suicide”
You should lose the supersize photo, nice though it is, it obscures the words.
Funny you should say that. I’ve changed it twice and each time, my followers/readers have gone mad. They say there is something honest and personal about being looked directly in the eye. Sorry you don’t care for it, but I will obey the masses…
Sure. It’s a great photo, I understand the personal thing, and you should keep it. Those of us with wonky eyes just find that white on dark grey is easier to read than white on light grey.
My suggestion was purely to help the masses become even more massy, as you’ve got some really good poems here.
Lose the supersize photo, but not the photo was my meaning.
This is so dark and dry….but definitely get it…and love the photo:)
Ah, David. I felt as though any flowery embellishments would be utterly disrespectful. It is a stark, horrid circumstance. I thought the poem should follow suit. As to the picture, thank you for saying so, dear man.
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