she looked
and
she stared
and
she wished
that she cared
about something
that was a thing
not always just the nothing
that she
thought on
and that bought on
a state of
blackness and despair
and
as she looked
and stared
wishing that she cared
she came to the realisation
that
she might like to be haitian
and
blessed if she knew why
but
the thought did make her cry
so
she took it to her bed
and
in the morning woke up dead.
Again.