I want to have the posture of Peter Pan.
Lick the hope off the lip of Pandora's jar.
Get constellations stuck beneath fingernails while I dance to my own eulogy.
Pick Mount Olympus from cracks in the sole of my shoe.
I am not the satin padding that lines the coffin
I am the rigamortis.
~I am 20 years old.
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