The happiest day of my life
was the day I knew I was gonna die
sooner rather than later, this time.

Because I'd been dying all along
it was just nice to have a tentative date,
gave me some time to RSVP

And then I was fine, and just like that
the grave filled itself in, lonely again
and my skin was still just skin

So I drank up my life, like the hours and minutes
were chai tea with soy (no water, please), poured over ice
because I'm pretentious like that.

I'm a little sorry, that I'm not at all sorry
because not much has changed since my due date has passed
I haven't rotted away, but I'm not any fresher.

I just really like the way the stars look
now that I no longer know
what day I am.