Nothing quite like the feeling after a long volleyball tournament; ah the aches! Half hour to USA hockey, perfect time to post a poem….
When I die
will you go through my things?
and smudging your fingerprints all over my photos
even though you might remember later
that I hate that.
And making a mess in my kitchen where I
always wished that you were but
Tossing out this and that; the this and that
that I saved purposefully
all those years.
Hoping to get it all done quickly,
hoping to find
that million dollar antique
that you already know I never had.
Then, in one corner, finding letters,
letters of deep secret
self, family, love;
diaries of thoughts you never knew I had.
Will you throw them out?
Yes. Suddenly, in one moment, I am no longer
want to remember.