she often spoke of suicide, wordlessly. <br />did I see scarred wrists or imagine them? <br />of whose suicide did she speak? <br />her eyes, I saw them, told a kind of truth <br />apart from what I heard- <br />for that reason alone, I could forgive her. <br /> <br />are thoughts made of chemicals in the brain, <br />the synapse of neurons, electric sparks? <br />flash, they appear, another moment gone. <br />a memory took place and this I heard. <br /> <br />she often spoke, or did she speak, of suicide. <br />who spoke? who heard? <br />did I know or did I imagine knowing? <br />for that reason alone, I could forgive her.<br /><br />Jesse Weiner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-often-spoke/
