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If I die of boredom,
let me lie in plain, brown dirt.
No stone, no box, no flowers.
Just the earth and me
and worms and water,
roots and rocks.
Naked, face down, hands at sides.
Ten feet deep, please.

If I die of thirst,
bury me inside a tree.
Sealed behind the scratchy bark.
Upside down, feet pointed
toward Mosquito Moon.
Eyes sealed with moss.
A willow, maybe. I'm too far
removed from royalty for oak.

If I never die,
plant me in a chair. My old,
soft La-Z-Boy. Or the leather couch
we first made out on. The one
that palms your ass
like a catcher's mitt.
Facing East.
Towards the rising sun


I blog irregularly at TinkerX. I'm also on Twitter. @andyhavens, go figure.

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The following comments are for "If I die"
by andyhavens

Andy's La-Z-Boy
Absolutely loved this Andy!

But you are a Funeral Directors service, no casket, no ceremonial are they supposed to make a living...cremation is taking its toll there as it is!! lol

Dust to dust etc., etc.


( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: September 13, 2010 )

Andy's wish..
enjoyed experience..

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: September 13, 2010 )

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