she
paints her suicide from
memory,
the clouds, the shatteredglass, the broken body
she
calls her ex-husband pig
and
she calls him loverand he laughs softly and
always in the arms of another woman
they
have no children and
she
paints this too, an emptiness inside a blank expanse,
a sky without air, and she climbs
to the top of the canvas
she
jumps
spends
the last brilliant seconds
of
her life naming stars
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