Dream Time

                                                                     

Last night

I tried my best

to kill myself.

I was in a brightly lit gymnasium

empty except for a cot, a stool,

and a white coffee mug.

I drank whatever

was in the white mug

laid down on the cot

slipped away and came back.

A stronger dose was needed

so I got up, walked over to the stool

and drank out of the same white cup

expecting a “better” result.

The second time I came to

counselors – older women in black –

had arrived and were talking amongst themselves.

A friend

(ask and I’ll tell, otherwise protecting the innocent)

ushered me out of the gym

and into his pickup.

He drove me to a gun shop

to try an ice-cream sundae

made out of snakes.

He was sure that

would

          snap me out of it.

Maybe it did.

RW

Guanajuato, Mex

01.29.2020

(photo:  storenvy.com)