This Gray, Unfortunate Place (2)

40 - My Grave

There are unvaccinated babies

dying in the street,

but I have decided,

if just for today,

that I will be petty

and demonstrate my anger

passively, because I feel

that it was over a petty thing, anyway. 

Because... I really just want

her to respond to me and say, 

'Yes, anon, I love the ways

in which you play Video Games,

make music, write letters,

and -- how could I forget --

not ever have your shit together'?

It seems like 

both the world and I 

are constantly shifting 

tectonic plates, because right when I am

the founder of another comfortable hypothesis

for the ways 

of which I'll go about living my days,

I either get bored, or medical chaos 

decides to stay. 

If I ever fade 

away, due to an illness

which pervades, I'm certain, 

in my ancestry, then, please, 

draw pretty graffiti on my grave.