Sunday, April 7, 2019

Etiquette for my funeral





So this has happened. 
I have shut my eyes for last time, 
and it’s a bit sooner 
than you would have liked. 

I think it would be fucking beautiful
if you could somehow 
get all the minutia of my life
to gather around me and join hands. 
That teddy bear I bought myself at 29
because I was going through a bad break up 
and wanted something soft to punch. 
The principal balance of my mortgage. 
The library card I spent months trying to get.
The tomato plants I tried to grow on the fire escape.
Have them all hold hands at my side
until there is a circle 25 miles in diameter
of all the worthless shit I ever wasted time on. 





For Marian's prompt at real toads.  Viva la.