The day my great-granddad died, he dug the hole
by himself, all the way square to six feet deep.
Jumped in the hole, lay down,
pulled his gun out and
shot himself clean through the head.
His suicide note just said,
“Shouldn’t be too much trouble,
just push the dirt back in.”
Apparently inspired by this story,
my grandmother’s first husband
hung himself in the bedroom he shared
with his wife, left the door wide open
so anyone coming into the house would first see
his shit and piss-stained body dangling from the ceiling.
My aunt and uncle, aged 5 and 7, found this waiting
when they came home from school.
When my husband talks about suicide,
I tell him
make it clean.