Will and Testament

When my tendons have been locked in place by a
skeleton key
When my smothered lips open like a crack
in the pavement and white-tinged blood bubbles out
When what was once me liquifies into the soil,
dig me up
Retrieve my skull from its penultimate resting place
Paint flowers over the doors where my eyes opened
Throw my jawbone into a river over your left shoulder
Clean the crown of my head with water and
hydrogen peroxide
Shake the dirt out of my nasal bones
Make me beautiful, and
Give me to a girl lying in a field as a gift
Tell her what I called myself, where I was found buried
Tell her to run her fingers over the cracks
in my cheekbones and hold me
Surround me with cut flowers,
The dead with the dead

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