When I die, I want your hands on my eyes;
and the green dress picked up at the drycleaners.
Get rid of the Mercedes and buy a Porsche.
(I left enough money to last you two generations,
Break into the zoo and steal an eagle.
Go climb a mountain, dig a hole,
and put my ashes in a volcanic rim.
Whisper a secret,
so it will always be safe with me.
Then set my eagle free,
and find a better wife than I ever was,
or ever could be.
© Alicia Khoo
NaPoWriMo Day 4
“When I die, I want your hands on my eyes,”
Pablo Neruda, “Sonnet 89”