met a man on the street

who said, “you’ve kept me going for two
years, it’s really amazing to meet you.”

“thank you,” I answered, “but who’s
going to keep me going?”

I’ve asked this question before and
all I ever get back is a gentle
smile.

but it’s a good question.

they have no notion that I may consider
suicide several times a
week.

they’ve read some of my books
and that’s enough for
them.

but I only write that stuff,
I can’t read
it.