Suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build.
She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.
It is June. I am tired of being brave.
Poems aren't postcards to send home.
Fear / a motor, / pumps me around and around / until I fade slowly.
Images are probably the most important part of the poem. First of all you want to tell a story, but images are what are going to shore it up and get to the heart of the matter.