You will probably die here.
I don't know where I'll die.
Your obituary will run
with the nice details,
omitting the human intricacies.
"Beloved husband," but you sure
didn't feel beloved,
didn't act like it, either.
Your life will stay the same
until it ends. Everyone will cry
and say you were so good,
list your attributes like
they knew you. What do
they know?
What do I know? Enough.
Enough to know obituaries
leave out the juicy bits, enough to know
you're choosing not to taste
the juicy bits.
