And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup. That made him cough when he kissed her, but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do.
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed, his father snoring soundly.
That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem, and he called it “Absolutely Nothing” because that’s what it was really all about.
And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist, and he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn’t think he could reach the kitchen.
That was the poem I read for Patrick. Nobody knew who wrote it, but Bob said he heard it before, and he heard that it was some kid’s suicide note.
I really hope it wasn’t because then I don’t know if I like the ending.
Love always, Charlie
December 23, 1991
Dear friend, Sam and Patrick left with their family for the Grand Canyon yesterday.
I don’t feel too bad about it because I can still remember Sam’s kiss.
It feels peaceful and right. I even considered not washing my lips like they do on TV, but then I thought it would get too gross.
So, instead I spent today walking around the neighborhood. I even got out my old sled and my old scarf.
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