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

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

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