What You Should Do When I Die
Take this personally, please.
Cry for an excessive amount of time,
weep until your muscles are sore,
but then move. Drive.
Steal my corpse from the mortuary.
This being I was, the thing you loved –
I want you to open it
like a present.
When you flay my body, take a closer look.
I’ve always thought my veins were roads
drawing a map to some buried treasure,
I mean, there must be something
of me that is glory. And I want you to find it.