I DON'T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT EVER HAVING WORN A DRESS I DON'T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT HAVING BEEN TOUCHED WITH KINDNESS I DON'T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT HAVING EATEN A GOOD BAGEL I DON'T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT HAVING KEPT A REAL PROMISE GROWN WITH MY OWN CALLOUSED HANDS I DON'T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT STANDING IN THE ARC OF THE MOON AND KNOWING THAT HER LIGHT ALSO BELONGS TO ME AND ALL OF MY SO-SHAPED BELOVEDS AND I DON'T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT WAITING ON THE SHARP EDGE OF THE OCEAN AND NOT WANTING TO COME HOME AND I DON'T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT BUILDING LOVE WITH A HOMEBREW GIRL IN THE MILKY LIGHT OF THE MONITOR GLOW CASTING US INTO SHARP PARTS AND HARD PARTS AND I DON’T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT EVER HAVING TOLD THE TRUTH OR WITHOUT EVER HAVING FRENCH-BRAIDED MY HAIR OR BOUGHT A PINK SKIRT NOT TO WEAR BUT JUST TO HAVE OR GONE TO A NAIL SALON OR SEEN MY LIPS BLOOM SCARLET OR SANG AT KARAOKE NIGHT OR CRIED A REAL CRY OR MET MY REAL SELF OR BEEN REAL AT ALL AND I DON'T I DON'T I DON'T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT HAVING BEEN LOVED I JUST WANT TO LIVE I WANT TO LIVE
[Published at Graphic Violence Lit]
[https://graphicviolencelit.wordpress.com/2023/07/24/regrets/]
