Summertime Funeral By Valeria Vance
I’m sorry I died before the summer was over I know wearing black in the summer is a pain Flies and mosquitoes buzz in the air The sun beating down on the bodies below it Sweat and popsicle juice dripping into the Earth where I shall be buried The grass around is withering and brown I know you’d rather be swimming in a cool pool than swimming in heat, in death I know when your friends ask how your summer was you don’t want to tell the story of me I’m sorry for the inconvenience I’m sorry I died before the summer was over I would prefer to be buried in the spring anyway
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