I knew if I died first
I would not
have to bury
or cremate you.
So it came to pass.
No tears.
I cry at funerals
but not at my own.
Things here
are not up to me
& surprisingly
there is such
an amazing freedom
leaving my body
to rot & watching
my past actions
dictate
my present ones.
I’m off now
to listen to an angel
repeat back to me
all of my lies.
