when i am dead and gone,
my poetry will die with me. i refuse to be
immortalized. i refuse to have children because
i can barely take care of cats, let alone
a living, breathing human.
i am the last living man in my family if you
don't count my father (he disowned me long before
i knew what that word meant.)
the day my brother learned what he was getting
himself into, i never saw him again.
this family ends with me.