hoping i could
die, fall asleep, wake up and
i'm not there, grinning ear to ear
i hope that the flagpole falls and
crushes me, that the
school burns down and i'm
the only casualty,
i hope when i'm dead and
gone, dust and
dread, living on the futile wind,
inhaled by a million, tasted like
salt,
i hope that my ashes might
catch you breathing, hitch a ride on
a molecule and,
inhaled, find their way into your blood stream,
find their way into your
heart.
(only way i'm going to get there,
i guess.)