I am dissatisfied with myself

Petty, fat, ungraceful, soon to be dead

And lightly mourned.

I used to want a big celebration when I died

With four white horses prancing down Main Street

An obelisk and marble urns

Wreaths of flowers and sobbing mourners

But now I’d rather ghost my way out of life unnoticed

Because I am afraid that

Nobody will come to say goodbye, or worse they will all

Eat the canapés and leave

Before the speeches.