Day 19

when I die, I want my funeral
to be more dramatic than the most ridiculous wedding.

I want there to be invitations, and I want
there to be exes sobbing about how beautiful I look;

and my husband will be proud, stood there in his suit,
as I swan up the aisle covered in flowers.


and I won't invite anyone I don't like,
and nobody will mention the box in the corner.