my last poem

one day I will write my last poem

and when they send my body off to the crematorium

(because it is the cheapest funeral

my body, reduced to ashes, will not

have the luxury of decomposing)

they will look into my dead face and say

"I wish I'd gotten to know her better"

and they will go into my private things

to find among the trinkets a note

containing some badly written work

about the beauty of something

that isn't beautiful

and remember me thusly

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