How to Kill Yourself in Kindness
Disguise yourself as a living thing,
this skin dalmatian-bruised
and galactic. I am always finding new worlds
in the depths of me, new skin and spring
fat holding this body down
in the burly brush of calmness. Surround yourself
with everything you’ve ever loved, a timeline
in photo strips and garland strung
through the lights. Say When I die,
I will be an old lady,
knees party poppers
in a garden filled with living things.
I will plan to be surrounded
by you, all that I love,
or, I will plan for loneliness,
since the one thing I know honestly
is that no plan of Earth’s ever proceeds in your name.
“how to kill yourself in kindness” was a poem written during the thirty days of National Poetry Month, and was first posted on my Twitter page.