.suicide note. 9.30.09
This time I want to be the one wilting in the cow pond. What fun! Was it very hard to hold your breath until they thought you dead? Let us say I am a limp stalk of celery left too long in the sun. Let us say my navel drifts slowly with the current and HE finally cannot bear to touch me. I'll roll down my socks all slovenly. You'll be waiting with the coroner and a butterfly net to fish me out. Make sure he doesn't try to sneak "Lolita" on the death certificate. Try not to giggle! Look solemn! Say your name is Sofia and you're from the Hague and we'll have the most marvelous picnic when I am done corpsing.
Love and lollipops!