The Girl Planing Suicide
Mark Graham
God, I was scared.
More scared than
ever in my life.
Both od us,
drunk,
lying in bed
(never have I
seen a girl
in such misery)
when she said,
“at least I gave you
some good memories.”
“Ya. You did.”
She gave me
memories of
soft sighs and
perfect skin and
wonderul
nervousness.
They were the
greatest nights
I’ve ever had.
(If only I’d
known that then,
things might be
different now.)