To Wear The Black Coat
I put on a coat today. The last time I wore it, I died.
Not of embarrassment, or heat stroke.
I didn’t die laughing or of fright.
I died.
I was dead.
Dead.
I died on the beach. I could hear the ocean.
The coat has sand in the pockets.
I overdosed on a plethora of pills, hundreds of them, taken with a quantity of alcohol as I drove, careening blindly in the darkness over mountain passes between valley and sea.
I returned to a place where I last felt true, unencumbered, hope. Where I felt romantic love for the first time. Where I felt the future was all […]