Issue
#3

May
2009 

a poem by Puma Perl

Maybe one morning

Maybe you should kill yourself.

The mother said to her daughter,
in a pleasant tone of voice.

Thirty years later,
the daughter wakes up,
stares at the dusty blinds,
searches for her furry slippers.

Maybe I should kill myself,
she says softly, each morning.

Then she goes to work.

© Puma Perl

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