Temptation
That’s the tempting itch, the thought of death
that makes a bridge abutment whisper fly.
It’s why I keep no toasters near the bath,
no rope stored on a rafter. Bottled lye
stays at the store. It’s easy to eat earth
or bullets, but too hard to mention why.
Oh god. I thought I was the only one who heard bridge abutments whispering.
You are definitely not, Denise. Those things are persuasive.