Poem by John Sweet   •   Photo by Marysia Wojtaszek
the ones who never cry
had nothing and i held it
close like anyone would
had the suicide’s number,
had her name, had
a letter that she’d signed
                     with love…
seven pages long and it
didn’t tell me how to
save her, so it didn’t
really tell me anything
                            at all 

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