Poem one
The impossibility of falling out of a correctly tied noose pt. 1
When I saw you splayed out deadunder the tree daunting over my
window
I thought I had killed you -
in a blackout,
in my sleep.
But as I looked up to the still
dangling noose
gripping at the tree
and the stool you had kicked out
from under your feet I knew
it wasn’t me
but you
self saboteur,
cold motionless and silent,
I wonder if you made a noise
as you
fell
