mortuary
May 27, 2023
When they donate my body to science
and the junior doctors (who aren’t paid enough for this shit)
have to cut my skull in half and pry my ribcage open
to remove my dead heart,
it won’t be beating
but screaming your name still.
The morgue is no place for bodies
who passed while heartbroken
so where will they put me?
There’s no place gloomy enough on this Earth
to put me to rest. Not even the side of a 7-Eleven
by the highway,
or a dark alley in some shithole city
my ashes aren’t worthy
of being scattered at sea
although I’d like for them to be.
In sickness and in health
in life and in death
it’s for him.
Tell him it’s for him.
