[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.
Suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build.
Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.
I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself.
Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem.
But suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build. Twice I have so simply declared myself, have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy, have taken on his craft, his magic.