from a window
or a bridge or a
tall building in the
next day,
don't cry.
Think of me
as in ecstasy
For the first moments in my life
I will be free.
It is myself,
I am fleeing.
Then death will
surround what is
left of me,
an inert soft form
in blankets of darkness.
I dream of it."
...
I don't have any tranquilizers.