A Request for the End of My Life
always interrupt me for
animals or ghosts
food-related reasons
bathroom
a sound you
hear the car making
my exit
a song on the radio in
need of lifting
or a heavy thing
wake me up with tears
when you are cold
slipped like petals
on the sheets
like blood on a white wing
I’m asking
stop me at the edge
if I get too close
if I move like grief
drawn by a fly
or a bird hiding
its hurt
hold my body in
point me towards the
beginning
and set me down