I took a road trip through the driest and vastest expanses
I thought about him—was it worth it?
The briefest people taste like cheap white wine; I am effervescent now
Mirror and Mother agree, “she’s turned gossamer sheer”
If I were a ghost, I remain lost and ill-fated, and if I had to be eviscerated
I am glad that it was done by you, the expanse I stared out into might have been
The Fields of Asphodel, fitting for a person like me, I looked out and I thought
The greatest relief is that it is all in passing