she hated the acclaim Its writ in stone
apparently when it regarded her all sorts of people found permeable
lackluster stone
she wouldnt use their stone for a gravemarker
unless their intent at the get-go was
to renege expose the worthlessness of the being they buried
the hell with that it didnt reason to her to go through the labour
of burying them in the first place unless to
soothe a crowdsoothe those who doled out anted-up cash to bury them wha for
appearances sake for fraud immanence
Aw man it only gotta look good for a shorts while (that
was a defence)
you couldnt pull that on older
generationsthose who tended their loved ones graves who visited on birthdays and
anniversaries Holy days and holidays visited when they-had-nothing-better-to-do-than-talk-things-out-before-a-trusted-family-member-or-friend
nobody haunts graveyards and
cemeteries like they once did
she remembered picnicking at the
foot of her grandparents
she had no intention of haunting
one when she died
Blow me she commended Drop my ashes on the ground and stay upwind so
I dont get in your eyes in your mouth and nose
I wanna feel the sunlight and wind
penetrate me Or rather know I will
because I wont feel it
Life buried me
Why would I want to be buried in death
Its writ in stone
she didnt trust itshed rather not
hear it
she didnt say so itd be impolite she was taught to try not to be impolite she rolled his eyes she didnt say Dont blow smoke up my ass
writ in stone smoke up her ass same
thing though
smoke up her ass at least had a sensual premisedont be a prudeand if you cant help
yourself then get the hell away
shed never say it
if she said somethingthat shed do
something that was it it was her Word she didnt vow
her rock didnt take kindly to
carving
she resented it when somebody thought
they could
1624, Saturday,
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