It's not that I couldn't, but I didn't
remember to dial the ER.
Remember: to dial the ER,
I would have to pinpoint the median —
I would have to pinpoint the median
where my legs dangled into the double-mouthed river.
Where my legs dangled into the double-mouthed river,
daring the fish to bite, I waited all night.
Daring the fish to bite, I waited all night
as death's perfect bait. I thought I am the root of all this.
as death's perfect bait, I thought I am the root of all this
so I'll stop myself. I wouldn't go through with it in the end.
So, I'll stop. Myself, I wouldn't go through with it. In the end,
it's not that I couldn't, but I didn't.
Ashley Varela (they/them) is a queer writer & author based in Seattle, Washington.
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