sell me cheap

When I Leave

keep nothing.
Spread me out
among the violets
and honeysuckle;
lay me in the bluegrass
to gaze into the boundless
blue skies.

Sell me cheap
like a vintage bargain.
Let strangers
fumble through
the memories of me
and laugh as you recall
my quirks
and filthy language.

As for the books
give them away,
but only to those who
appear to have a soul.
Those who will pour over the underlinings
scribbled notes in the margins,
and folded edges.

As for my poems and journals,
they were my life.
sit back with a bottle of
cheap wine,
and all of my friends.
Read my secrets.
Finally know me.