…….Preferences…….
i prefer no outpouring of grief
when I die
no rending of garments
or tearful recriminations
i prefer no memorial service
held by my colleagues at the office complex
for which i worked for 30 years
(with only incremental advancement
and short shrift-ed raises)
if you must gather
out of some sense of duty
or flailing regret
at moments not made
whole or half-measured
i prefer you do it at someplace awkwardly chaotic
like Disneyland, or Vegas
or better yet the bar in Ypsilanti after the drag show
midnight on a snowy Thursday
so the tipsy tiara-ed moirologists
wreathed in sequins and feathers
can cry their sable colored river of tears
at the prize announced in my name
i prefer you wear red
with shiny black party shoes
that pinch just slightly
in such a way that you grimace
and think of me
i prefer that anyone who says they admired
my dedication or spirit or courage or
humor in the face of adversity
be pelted unmercifly with the skittles
thoughtfully provided on every table
i prefer that all discuss in detail
the catch phrases i annoyingly overused
the stories too often repeated
my willingness to laugh at my own jokes
and my decided decline in sartorial splendor
as i aged in to a certainly flannel flavored dishabille
unrelieved by a discernible waistline
i prefer the poems be funny
and the elocutionists aware that
reading them in an accent not their own
will reap them merits in whatever
unearthly meadow i now graze in
(i prefer they also know that earning a boon
from my current location
has only a 50/50 chance of being a good thing)
i prefer the conversations be giggly
and by those who truly admired the wonder that was me,
drunken and at minimum inappropriate to the
solemnity of the gathering on at least two occasions
i prefer that it is remembered
marked well and underlined
that i preferred to hate you all
save those that i preferred to truly love