When I am Dead This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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When I am dead, my dearest, don’t stick my bones
together with Scotch tape. Do not try to fit them
underneath a frame. Use them, one by one,
as a weapon, a gavel. My bones,
they can be good back scratchers, honey mixers,
and hands of clocks.

You can toss them across space
and see how far they’ll glide until another hand
slips across it. When I am dead, dearest,
thread my bones to the top of a mountain.

The next time you arrive at a glass sea,
spill it boldly. Spell your life in two parts,
watch them float until they descend
like a weight down into that container.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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CloudedCrystal said...
Mar. 29, 2009 at 1:36 am
I love this poem! It has a sorta eerie element of romance what with the bones and such. lol. its deep. keep writin!
 
KissMe** said...
Mar. 29, 2009 at 12:22 am
this poem was deep. . . i liked it. . . very deep. . . sounds like something i might write. . . :)
 
YeseniaG said...
Mar. 28, 2009 at 2:50 am
Interesting concept!
 
Matt B. said...
Mar. 27, 2009 at 7:09 pm
your poem is fantastic! i adore its theme and tone. but i must ask, is there a hidden meaning in this poem?
 
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