The Afterlife

A poem.

The Afterlife I would prefer to be painted
a deep,
dark blue to keep me cool
and be Picassoed
into
odd pieces lined in white,
so
that even if I lose one,
I can always
fit my face back together.
Then I will lie in repose
here
with a red squiggle
of a smile.

Benjamin Nash

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