Sleeping Afterschool Against The Playgrounds Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I killed myself and now mom is counting
Her money;
And we sell hibiscus, and we almost died;
And I wonder how long she will last forever,
Or if the third sphinx will freeze her,
Or if Diana really loves me:
If Diana really loves me, I can compete:
I can go on forever, with a really deep voice,
I can get wet and baptize in the river,
I can hold out and await for the reinforcements,
Wait for the eagles and the pomegranates to douse
My fires,
And I can hold out, or I can live forever, like
Really old books spread like mariposas next to the
Campfire;
Or if I am just for the mouth of tourists, I can dry out
Myself, and after they have gone, find my own way home;
Because my dogs really love me, and after everyone has
Gone then the valleys bud really beautiful:
They bud really beautiful, don’t you know, and the earthquakes
Come really silently; they come really silently on tiptoes,
Don’t you know,
And the weeks last forever, or it lasts All week don’t
You know; and I love you, or I have already loved you forever,
Sleeping after school against the playgrounds,
If you didn’t already know.