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Just Treat Me Like I Was A Bear

its ok when im long-gone to utter my name.
im not going to appear on the scene, worked
up into a tissy about it. 

just make sure when my life shuts upon itself
like petals of a desert flower once the sun has set,
to first eat the best, fattyest parts of my body. 

then, once you’ve rid yr hands and lips of the grease
of me, please also wash empty my skull, using waters
from the next flash flood, and place it with some care
onto the tallest tree branch.

return me to the stars
to again live amid bears.