Pretty Bones

When I die scrape all of the flesh off my bones. Pluck out all the organs inside and throw them away. Remove them how you want. Especially those sex organs .. my breasts , vagina , thighs, hands, lips, and the dreamy part of my brain... They will always be just fleshy hang ups which got me in to too much trouble. Flesh is nothing but a tragic reminder of science. Scrub my skeleton clean. Bleach me. Make me sparkle. Paint me the perpetual lime green I surrounded myself with. Weave satin ribbon thru my ribs. Glue polished stones on the center of my chest; let me feel the weight even in death. Leave me on an ex-lover’s doorstep. I’m sure they will all outlive me. Watch me wait. Written: October 27, 2005