Marrow

One of the worst things to do in this world

is develop a fear of dying

young.

Because the way I see it,

we are only alive by chance.

I could have died yesterday,

disappearing into the wind more quickly than

I was to take my very first breath.

No, I am much more afraid

of living too long.

I never want to be older than people on

television commercials and

I want to laugh at the same things

as my children.

I would rather live rushed

and die in my mid-thirties

than die at the turn of the century,

because the way I see it

a safe life is a life

barely lived at all.

I want to move to the Amazon rainforest

and I want to die

swinging from a vine on a tree branch

laughing and watching as the sun

melts like a lava lamp.

Little drips of sunshine

swallowing my breaths and eventually

taking my essence like

the top of a soft drink sucks carbonation bubbles

from the bottom.

I would rather die tomorrow than be

inhaled gently by my pillow,

surrounded by those

left longer than me.