SUICIDE

out of a glass window
out of a love poem
out of a book review
out of a lost recital
out of grief
out of the unexpected
out of disbelief
of an unexpected stanza
of a tiny contagion
out of Young Werther's
ending,
between a murdered
blood orange
and a sponge of hyssop,
being the yellow Christ
in Gaugin's painting
under a sunset sky
on the clearest morning
passing an acrobatic cloud
one February night
out of a painful bone,
a murmured separation
the last wrinkle,
the final affront,
a still birth
a spoiled spleen
a castrati tease,
Laddie's dead,
love letters
turning up
in green
spin the bottles
on the beach,
forget -me -nots
on a muddy road,
a boy/ girl scout book
with hearts
for the group leader,
a memory's sleep
after watching
Bergmann's "Virgin Spring",
out of a doctor's face
after a diagnosis
or prognosis,
out of a flood
in the basement,
a child not located
out of thoughts too complex
in a convex drop seat
unhinged in a taxi
out of a telephone
numbers stare