Ezeriah Lane at 3:00 a.m. Across Mexico and the USA

A brief poem about a girl who struggles.

Ezeriah Lane at 3:00 a.m. Across Mexico and the USA

Ezeriah Lane killed a part of herself when

She said she was going to kill herself.

It popped up on the screen,

Ezeriah Lane: "I have to............"

And I said, "No, Ezeriah, you don't."

And she said, "Yes, I do."

And I waited, and I waited,

And time fell like the clothes off a slow lovers' body.

Guilt-- culpability-- strain-- regret--

Helplessness-- fear-- blame-- butterflies--

Concern-- sympathy-- relation-- cold--

Ezeriah-- Ezeriah-- Ezeriah-- Ezeriah.

Ezeriah knew she wasn't going to do it when

She realized a part of her left when she

Resolved to do it and wrote,

"What is this life thing anyway?"

And I said, "I don't know."

And she said, "Does anyone?"

And I thought and I thought,

And I said, "No, I don't think so."

Ezeriah,

I love you like one loves those who

He needs to know exist.

I love you like sad people love

Sad people and lovers.

I love you because you need love

And I need to give it.

I love you because I can't see your

Face and I know who you are.

I love you because you're beautiful

And truly don't see it.

I love you because you're a little

Girl who just got her period

Thirteen and molested by her father

And bullied and neglected

And sad and lonely and hidden

Amongst the brush

I love you because you deserve

A stranger from a wrong email

To love you

And make you feel like

It'll be alright.

-Manuel A. Hurtado

Author's Note

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