I use a tote bag with two pounds of onions in it as a pillow. Lying down in the grass I stare up at the light blue sky. Sure I’ll get a sunburn this way but I don’t mind. I’ve been so long locked up by the cold that the radiation feels like a kiss. Burn me to nothing. Allow my ashes to blow about the earth. I’m ready. 


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