Fonda,
died today,
two months after she lost her man.
The cause of death was
dust pneumonia,
but I think
she couldn’t go on without Haydon.
When Ma died,
I didn’t want to go on, either.
I don’t know. I don’t feel the same now,
not exactly.
Now that I see that one day
comes after another
and you get through them
one measure at a time.
But I’d like to go,
not like Fonda Nye,
I don’t want to die,
I just want to go,
away,
out of the dust.
March 1935