I want my soul as bulletproof as the roof of a sharpshooter
I want a bulletproof parachute
A pair of loose nooses to slither through at my execution
Celebratory cigar lung pollution with an optional filter
Six thousand thread counts of Silk sheets to shield me from the enemy of heat
To find the words that can remedy defeat
To have the heart to use them
To have the clarity to receive them and pray that I never lose them
To lose gracefully
A pair of ASICS trainers when my mind races
A structure that builds weight so you'll never have to wait for me
To be early for tomorrow and late to my funeral
To never have a "nothing" as a future goal
To grow while I'm dying
To paratroop
Go skydiving
Visit Mars before they gentrify it
Die knowing I never died
To know YHWH better
To love better
To live not just exist
To remember
To forget
Everything meaningless
Apples
On this poet's grocery list
