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Syntax Issue 10
Denver Syntax
{windex}
  brett jenkins


That was the summer
Sarah drank a whole bottle
of windex.
She didn't want to die,
she said, she just wanted
to know what it was like
to go.
We visited her twice
in the hospital,
and an old crazy
woman banged helplessly
on a piano in the lobby.
Some deafening racket
to make us forget our desire
to cry.
Sarah seemed to shimmer
there, in the psych ward.
We don't know
if it was because she wanted to live
again,
or because of the windex