On My Last Night On Earth

On my last night on earth,

I will revisit every troubling memory,

every sour weekend,

and every sweet one too.

On my last night on earth,

I will compliment every person in the halls,

“I like your outfit”

“your hair fits your face so well”

“your eyes are so pretty”

My small cry for lighthearted remembrance.

On my last night on earth,

I will eat like a queen.

I will sit in the restaurant

too expensive for us

and order the whole menu.

On my last night on earth,

I will drive down to the police station

in a newly stolen car,

and shoot each pig square in the forehead.

On my last night on earth,

I will drive down to the cemetery

and cry at the grave

that holds the last tie I have to my culture,

my dad.

On my last night on earth,

I will climb onto the ledge

and swear on the stars,

that I once counted with my first love,

one last time.

On my last night on earth,

I will lay out each handwritten letter

for each person that affected my life.

I will draw a smile on the ones who saved it

and spit on the ones who ruined it

On my last night on earth,

I will call 911,

jump,

and set myself free.