What happened
to the bright-filled future
with college and boys
that could let me be
stupid and wreak less
but I guess I
already am

That's my dad
telling them I'm his
as tears stream down
his lone face into my
mom's hair which is pressed
into his chest while
they cry together

That's my body
in a wooden box
going into the
sad wet ground
that people surround
saying their last goodbyes
as I say mine