I imagine death like a getaway car,
idling quietly at the bottom
of a pile of pills
a runaway bride, a flight risk, a convict.
on dark nights I picture myself
climbing in – the familiar rush of
relief, each swallow another mile
in the rear-view mirror.
these backpocket suicide dreams knock
around with house keys and spare change,
and I drag them around like a child clings
to a soft toy, up late, unable to sleep.
Michelle Cadiz is a poet from the Philippines. She is currently finishing her undergraduate degree in biology.
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