death as a scorned lover.

by prasanna   Jul 13, 2020


and if i die,
i don’t want you to mourn me.
i want you to pour whatever
drink you have on hand and
pour it into a demitasse,
sip on it, remembering
whatever it is about me
that’s memorable. close
your eyes, and breathe
me into the wind
where i'll rest.

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