Fat Bottom Girl Said What

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Unclaimed Ashes

Today I am lost to the gloom

and know I will wind up a lonely old woman

who will die alone in my house

and by the time they find my body

my seven cats

named after the Seven Dwarfs

will have picked my bones clean

but you can’t blame them because they were starving

and they don’t have opposing thumbs to run the can opener

and when they post my death notice

no one will recall who I amΒ or who I was

because I never did anything of much importance

and after they burn me up

my ashes will sit in a little cardboard box on a shelf of some mortuary

because my son will be too busy to come pick them up

and eventually they’ll put them out for the trash man

and it will be apropos

since most of my life I have felt like garbage



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7 thoughts on “Unclaimed Ashes

  1. Nacho Kind on said:

    Dear woman, you’ve no idea how much some would love to have more of you in their life, even if only electronically. You are worthy of love

  2. This is one of the best poems I have ever read!
    My Granny Me-Maw used to get really mad whenever anybody said “You’re not getting older, you’re getting better!” She would always say, “It doesn’t get better and all you can do is deal with it and help everyone else deal with it and then you get over it. That’s life and that’s mortality. Helping other people is where you will find peace and contentment.” My Granny Me-Maw is my rock. πŸ‘πŸ‘

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