“Meditation at Lagunitas” –Robert Hass
We talked about it late last night and in the voice
of my friend, there was a thin wire of grief, a tone
almost querulous.
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My sister and I watched The Butterfly Effect
last night, watched Kutcher kill himself,
twining cord to neck like some highway bridge.
Shocked and pleased, she guttered, How hard
to know everyone’s life would be better
without you. Her voice a thin wire of grief,
her eyes as yielding as a pendulum. Those eyes
like ice, So penetrating, everyone said. Of our
family they can spot souls through corneas.
We heard that at Johnny’s funeral, where everyone
questioned the OD. Suicide? they whispered behind
pews and widows, as his children chiseled
his picture and tried not to think of heroin or God.
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