when i was a kid i would beg my mum to stop at the cemetery
always thinking about where, when and how i would be buried
sitting on living room floors designing my future tombstones
while oncologists relay all the news over the telephone

remember to die

i know that these places are awful macabre for a child of five
even though all that they are is a database of names and dates and times
and it's taken me all of this time to realise
that all of those graves reminded my mum that she was still alive

remember to die

Tags: week 23 2016, View by:midimachine