Procrastination and Suicide

The apartment should be cleaner.  Do I want them to find me
among piles of dirty laundry, empty cereal boxes,
desiccated plants crawling out of their pots to find help,
lowbrow magazines and unwashed dishes?

“Yes, she was obviously depressed,” the coroner will say,

Simple

[I’ve been posting my mom’s writing in chronological order as much as possible, but this poem has been on my mind a lot lately, so I decided to post it now. Maybe somebody else out there needs it.]

Something can be both difficult and simple.
The painful things are not always complicated.