Let Me Sleep Without Bug Bites

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By k.r. taylor

when time takes its toll,
when i’m finally permitted to exhale
and never inhale again,
send this tired flesh to save another.

take whatever is left of my body
and set it up in flames.
i’ve been burning for years–
let this bonfire finally be the last.

do what you need with the ashes,
but i beg of you,
don’t bury me to be a corpse,
crawled on and eaten away by insects.

my body did that enough
when it had a pulse.

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