Do it while the soil is still cold, Because I can’t sleep when it’s warm.

Lay me on your chopping block

And begin to slice at me.

Do it fast,

Do it while I can still lick

The last

Drops of water

From my bloodless lips.

Press your scalpel to my chest

And pierce my flesh.

But do it hard,

Do it while I can still remember

Those last drops of water

Rolling

down

my

tongue.

Drag your blade

Between my breasts

And down.

Peel my skin away.

But do it quietly,

Do it while I can still hear

Those drips

From the faucet to my left.

Put your hands inside

The wound

And feel around.

But do it softly,

Do it while I can still feel

My lungs emptying

And swelling.

Take what you want from my body

And sew up the incision

But do it soon,

Do it while you can still taste

The last drips of adrenaline

In the back

Of your throat.

Bury me somewhere far from here.

But do it before the month is up,

Do it while the soil is still cold,

Because I can’t sleep when it’s warm.