after Dorothy Parker
Year by year, I never gray.
Can’t O.D. on Tanqueray.
Kryptonite’s rare; Luthor’s busy,
Heights don’t even make me dizzy.
Knives bend; razors splinter.
Couldn’t die from cold in winter.
Cars don’t break me; pills go through.
Immortality’s made me blue.
On the bridge, a jumper wavers.
Out of spite, I leap to save her.
— J. D. Ho
J.D. Ho is a freelance writer living in Austin, Texas. Her work has appeared in Crab Orchard Review, Kartika Review, The Horn Book Magazine, Deus Loci, and Louisiana Literature. She is currently writing a multimedia ebook.