If death takes me now
as I am here cuddled
beneath a white sheet,
you may have my
record player,
my mink Pinky,
and my card collection.
My dignity belongs to me.
My discretion I will bring
with me to the grave,
and to be set in stone.
My own failure
is my victory.
My strength is my hope,
dead in body
but alive in spirit.
My joy is mine,
to share or to not.
The rest of me
I give to you,
my Bruce Lee poster,
and my favorite chair,
to do with as you would –
the things that brought
me closest to you.
