Kiss Me, I’m Dying
by Lisa Zaran
Here,
I am going to lay my heart
upon this small stone which
is sitting at your feet.
You can either walk away
and leave it there to ponder
for a thousand years.
Or you can pick it up
and throw it with all your might
into that yellow field.
Or you can roll it around for a moment
in your hand, massage it with your thumb,
then place it in your pocket
and consider yourself lucky.