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    after the dejected seventeen year old would-be saint
    announced his gospel of repentance
    to the family
    and was met with hurled soup cans,
    he removed his belt
    and hung himself from the banister.
    red but never blue
    he suddenly sprouted an extra inch or two
    until his dangling feet touched the floor.


    the diving board became his personal plank.
    he walked it to its end.
    standing silently above the still water
    and under the sedated sky
    he surveyed the world
    (the lit barbeque, the lawn chairs, the pet rabbit,
    his family,
    the idiot throngs of green grass,
    the sad solitary willow with its woffleball fruit)
    and bound first his feet
    then his hands (which is no easy task)
    and jumped in.
    for a startled moment human became fish
    smooth-scaled fins slipped through the ropes
    and swifted him to the shallow end.


    my brother tried (twice) to commit suicide
    when I asked him about it, he said:
    “we all float, we all swim”
    and “gravity, take your flight from these
    my impossibly small hands!”

    [photo by Shane Convery]
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