No medical miracles for a teenager
in flip-flop shoes and short skirts.
She’d planned a major in psychology
at a state university, but the call of Ecstasy,
like the song of Sirens, brought her
crashing to the rock. No harps, no hymns.
–excerpt from “Death of a Student” in Hanging Like Hope from the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective, Chicago 2013). First published in JAMA.