At My Funeral

I want laughter to cackle and echo off the church beams

I want the congregation to be colored
Blues like hot air balloons
Reds like ketchup bottles
Yellows like neon bikinis

I want friends to stand on my casket and do stand-up
Jokes and stories

When we played truth or dare and I peed in a garbage can
When we chased horney toads and rattlesnakes til the Western sky swallowed the sun
When we got high listening to The Doors while my parents slept in the other room
When we walked cobble stones of foreign roads, drinking in the beauty through our eyes
When we wept over unreciprocated love and ex-girlfriends
When we celebrated marriage and got drunk with joy
When we paced nervously with sweat-filled armpits and held my first born
When we sat on plastic chairs under porchlight watching cars pass and reminisced
When you held my hand with tight fingers, embracing good-bye, promising eternal friendship and love

No n-shaped mouths
No drowned faces
Only gratitude for our time together



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Barrionuevo
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