Joseph Reich, one poem


Traveling

when i die

i just want

my wife

to dump

my tired

bones

right on

the porch

none of

that fancy

schmanzy

futile

funeral

nonsense

where every

one goes

around

the room

sharing

their true blue

experiences

& bullshit

stories

& excuses

& anecdotes

just wanting

to hear their

own voices

in warhol’s

15 minutes

of fame

perhaps

even leave

me with

the house

plants

& cactuses

during

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