Instructions #2: Instructions Upon My Passing
August 8, 2010 § 10 Comments
Instructions Upon My Passing
Now that I am dead, there’s something you must do.
Trim your ruby fingernails.
String the crescent tips across the headboard of our bed.
Ignore your lover’s pleas and do not scratch his muscled back.
Take your lips and taste his grief.
Use its bitterness to fill your heart.
Feel my death bind your feet, so I may walk away.