I plan to die for good in the state
of Texas. What state
of mind will I be in that Saturday?
Yes, it must be a weekend; Saturdays
are for shampoo, sunning, silk.
Yes, silk will be what I die in. Silk,
though I love cotton best, worn & soft
as a slew of sweetly shirtless days. Soft
as the sacred eyes of a stranger
who sees in another stranger a stranger
version of a story
many of us shoulder. Every story
has a sunrise, a sunset, death, a few storms.
Between you and me, I love a strong storm.