Daily Dose of #Poetry – Today’s Poem: Suicide And Cookies


Suicide And Cookies

by Kay Kestner:

Suicide And Cookies 

I bring him suicide and cookies 
at the library of course. 

Tucked away in the quiet reading room 
I find him fighting his usual war 
attacking virgin paper  
making it bleed black veins  
of blood that no one  
but me seems to want to read. 

I hand him a book called First Words 
a collection of the earliest writings 
of contemporary famous authors. 
“It’ll make you want to die,” I whisper 
“when you find out  
that what they wrote  
when they were twelve 
is better than anything  
you’ve ever written.” 

It’s an ugly book that looks 
like it weighs more  
than the concrete boot  
of a drowning man.   

He does not open it 
only eyes it a moment 
then pushes it aside. 

He looks up at me empty. 

“And I made cookies.” 
I tell him with a smile 
a little too loud for the room. 
I open the lid  
on a festive Christmas tin  
in what is now late spring. 
“Chocolate chocolate chip.” 


© March 8, 2015 – Kay (Ann) Kestner
Previously Published in Love & Ensuing Madness, Rat’s Ass Review


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  1. Ron. Avatar

    I suppose that most writers (and their Beloved Sandras) can relate to this. I know I can, except my library’s a bedroom, my desk’s a bed, the book she brings me Ferlinghetti’s A Coney Island of the Mind, and when I open it she reminds me that there are chocolate chip cookies waiting for me in the kitchen if I can gather enough oomph to come get them.

    Thanks for this inspiring work.

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