I will not end for you, no. I will begin, and I will keep on beginning.
I will lick peach juices from my fingertips like mama's milk dripping from the ****. I will wrap myself in silk sarongs and stay that way for days, marveling at the texture of my own skin. I will run naked through the rain and liberate myself in knowing that what will happen will happen and there is no safe way out. I will sit close and listen. I will breathe water lying still in a stream. I will eat poems for breakfast and I will slowly learn how to die.