messy wisdom

after K

I hope my last words are dirty

I hope I am survived by a bittersweet symphony of
spasmodic giggles and vulgar cries

I’ll sneak into my night on timid tiptoes and
whisper sharp nothings into your pinned ears

I’ll be the light at the end of the tunnel,
composing a tight five on your paper lungs

I hope my last words are dirty
For I no longer desire to be so certain of what is on the other side

But rather, 
to be certain that I will be survived by gentle eye rolls and
tacit grins – 

Signs of life well lived.