Suicide Kids

We lay in my mother’s bed,
the cold sheets freezing us
as my mom chilled and killed herself
a state away.

My girl had been thrown out,
and my four walls
were somewhat better than the streets,
even if we had no heat.

A spell would settle down
our mid-teen laughter
and vicious bickering
when the video for “A Long December”
came on as MTV sang us to sleep.

We both grew up on the west coast,
and living in Indiana
it HAD been so long
since we’d seen the ocean.

The way things were,
it didn’t feel like
we’d live to see it again.

-GD Butler