Dear Sandy:

In the event that something
Should happen to me:
Nothing makes sense
And people are fucking assholes;
Consider this my last and final will;
I have been:
A heart shaped heart;
A wound shaped wound;
A memory without a frame;
A stolen dream of duct-tape
And sunshine;
I have dreamed;
Roadkill and belly scars;
Beautiful is useless;
I have loved
Uselessly;
Words either fake or
Not enough; I have poured
Weightless and foreign;
Fat ugly holy shitfaced;
Words; I have 
Neglected many things;
Like
That spot
On the back
Of your neck.