but if I don’t then wheel me to a window
in my own house and don’t assume
I don’t understand an acoustic guitar,
the hum of smalltalk, or cinnamon
from the kitchen. Don’t ask me if I remember,
behave as if I do. If you can, weave the complex
colored yarns of what I love into a simple
white blanket. When you leave don’t say
I am not there anymore
and when you come back
bring your dog.
