My family will speak in duty words muted by the decision-making weight. Burial or cremation. Caskets, vaults, urns. Chapel, synagogue, home. They will dismiss my desires as the outcome of a diminished mind. I prefer an aboriginal approach. Place my unused body in the crotch of a basswood tree. There Raven will dip his beak into my eyes like the Sunday morning three-minute egg. Eagle will find the filets in my right thigh. Oriole will pluck and weave gray hairs into her … [Read more...]
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