YOUR BODY IS MAGIC
teach me how to see you
without thinking about when you’ll die
brilliant blue eyes do nothing
when they are buried but everything
when I am shaking again shaking again
telling you not to cut your hair because you grew it
I’ll save every piece of you to put in the $395 plot I can’t afford
let me scratch off your scabs and watch you make more
let me collect your cells like I do your words I want all of you
for $3000 I’ll have your ashes made into a real diamond
it will sparkle in the sun and I will have no idea what to do with myself