Remember I was beautiful.
Take tissue paper roses
And remember how I bled for the thorns
Stare into the eye of the tittle and see me.
We will dance across the lines of life and death
And even when I’m gone you will feel my marble hands on your hips

I will walk your hallways in paper sheets
And tell you secrets in television static
I will talk to you with the words of infomercials
And tell you who I was in the braille of your goose bumps

Remember how I wanted to be beautiful
I kissed every letter goodnight with raspberry lips
And dressed every cry in silk and cashmere
Find beauty in the dark of my shadows
And in the arms of a poem’s phantom
I left my body in the dust of empty deserts  
and my soul in lines of free verse obituaries