I Am So Depressed I Feel Like Jumping in the River Behind My House but Won’t Because I’m Thirty-Eight and Not Eighteen

By Sandra Cisneros
From Loose Woman: Poems

Bring me a drink.
I need to think a little.
Paper. Pen.
And I could use the stink
of a good cigar–even
though the sun’s out.
The grackles in the trees.
The grackles inside my heart.
Broken feathers and stiff wings.

I could jump.
But I don’t.
You could kill me.
But you won’t.

The grackles
calling to each other.
The long hours.
The long hours.
The long hours.



  1. MorganRae

    going through my blue period second this month. completely get it. I want to jump to. The black dog is calling & it wants me to die.

    • Melissa

      MorganRae, I tried to email you at the address you left, but it bounced back. I don’t know if you’ll be back to see this, but if you need someone to talk to, you can call the 24/7 National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK. You can also email me any time at thefeministtexican @ gmail.com, okay? *hugs*

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