30/30 Arrangements (From Rachel McKibbens’ Prompt # 87)

My shrine is a wobble wheeled shopping cart

full of dried flowers

and thrift store nick nacks

and half written poems

and postcards from everywhere

and I mean EVERYWHERE

with the long unribboned teal typewriter in the pilot seat

it grand marshalls a New Orleans funeral march down

the brick streets of German Village, Ohio.

I will be an well worked candle wick

Infuse my ashes

with giant squid ink

and write me epitaphs

liquid across the tops of your eyelids

at the bottom of an over sized purse

my ipod will be playing your favorite song

your favorite song

and your favorite song

until the battery dies too

and when it does

roll that shopping cart

into the bottom of the pond at Schiller Park

pick a lover

hope for a thunder storm

hope real hard for a thunder storm

for the simple joy of peeling

your lovers clothing for their body

give yourself away to them once

for every year that I lived.