If I drank a whole bottle
and swallowed some pills
would I ever
could I ever get out of this ill
if I sank into a deep oblivion
if I never saw a daylight hour again
would it change anything
I dare say that it would not
I'd be easily forgot
it would probably rain on my funeral day
the wind would blow over my grave
the only thing moving within inches of it
would  be a squirrel to restless to sit
I wonder if my husband would follow my instructions
to be buried at Forest Hills next to Anne Sexton
It's my last wish
since none of the others ever came true
I figure that's the least he could do