The Third Monday In January Poem by Kaitlin Van Zile

The Third Monday In January



I had a dream
that I hanged myself
from the dream catcher you bought me
last summer.


The police men stared in shock,
then layed they’re balding heads on the pillow
below my dangling corpse
and dreamed of their childhood homes

Funny how
It never worked for me

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