“The language of love notes is the same as suicide notes.” -Courtney Love
Stringing twenty-eight measures together / she wrote all her lyrics in pencil / unsure of herself // staccato thumbprints lined around the edges // sing her a song that won’t asphyxiate on contact / untune her breath // an octave below what she needs for her heart to beep beating / overdosed on rests // she counts her own backbeat / kamikaze rhythm // escapes climatic overtures: / scribbling sharp kisses / strumming death chords.
