Drop Dead!
 

You spat it out like venom
at your playground enemy
and it felt so good to say
Drop dead! Late in in life

it becomes a sweet mercy
to imagine: one minute
you’re treading the earth
as ever, the next you’re gone!

No hospitals, MRIs, CAT scans,
surgery, no loved ones
standing around wondering
if you’re still breathing

and what to do with you
in case you are. And though
I’ll never be ready for you to go,
as long as it is your wish

to leave this way, it is mine.
And may it happen on a day
when you are singing with friends,
laughing at a joke, dancing

in your living room.
May it come to you before
you know it and you’ll find
yourself flying, a balloon

cut loose, taking one last glance
at this fond world that you have loved.
Though it will feel so cold to us,
this world without you, still

with all my heart here is my wish
for you dear friend, mother,
kindred soul; when the time comes,
Drop dead!


-appeared in Wild Domestic and The Writer's Almanac