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.