They Spoke to Her
They spoke of her
With truth, love,
Vulnerability
Each was touched to know here
It was plain
For all to see
“75 is a good age”
“She lived life without fear!”
(then, with a furtive wink)
“How I wish that she was here…”
And she was, because
She’d planned this gathering
“Fuck funerals” she’d said
“Why party when I’m dead?!?”
When she received the news
She invoked her right to choose
And partied with them, now, instead
.pete rezac
