a 30 ft. statue of the magyar
riding horseback
and my sister climbs it
in a flimsy party dress
panties showing
hoists herself
right up the tail
never mind the shards of glass
that prick her soles
unearth her blood
from bottles choked
and busted
after dark
by derelict borders
peering down
the swallowed sky
the high-pitched cry
atop the rusted bronze
is my barefoot sister
witlessly laughing
Suicide is when you need to disappear so bad
you don’t care who’s watching.