(Aug 2, 2002)
I wonder
Will I get an “A” in dying
Or earn a degree in pouring
Over sepia photographs on
Yellowed paper of people
I don’t know.
My mother needs to know
Who they were, I think, and why,
Or who they are -
If you believe in reincarnation
Which I can’t, because the moment
You were born, you began to die
I’ve outlived myself
infinite times
But I hope one day
To escape back into
A sweeter eternity than this
Because I doubt there are any awards
For not having the courage
To die.
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