Death: Thought No. Four

by Doug Paul Case

Sometimes I like to think about what he’d do if I killed myself. I picture him lying naked on his bedroom floor, clutching the Polaroid he took of me in Miami. It was hot the night he took it. I never imagine him crying. He’d move on, but he’d never find what we had. We were a one-shot deal.


Doug Paul Case studies writing, literature, and publishing at Emerson College. Sometimes he remembers to blog here.