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When I die, invite everyone over.

Make sure I’m stripped down, wherever I am,

There’s no need to move me, or fix my face,

or take out my organs, or anything.

Just leave me like I am, just exactly

like I am: arms, hands, legs, feet, mouth, tongue, eyes.

No weapons—no boots, brass knuckles or swords—

barefoot is ok, as are elbow strikes,

but the fist, the closed fist, is mandatory.

Knee, heel, palm, forearm—but every third swing

is the fist, the fist until it stops or breaks.

Play music and serve blackberry brandy—

charge my card, and order in whatever.



originally published in Intercourse Magazine