Will of a 22 Year Old
Chris Schifeling, MS1
– in honor of Dennis Hamblin
When I die
I want the last six months of my fruit boxes
to be sent to a family with blooming boys
learning to like nutritious snacks
to go on growing up and up.
When I die
I want my car to go on
out of my small town life
to some up-n-starting grand-some-one-or-other
who’s trying to fly in the big city
after cracking the shell of studenthood.
When I die
I want my body to be butchered
by medical students,
teaching novice fingers and minds
to spelunk the human cavities
so hundreds may go on
living.