after you leave your only body
you may leave behind a body of work
artists may have stacked images/sculptors a studio full of half-rocks
poets piles of scrawlings and scribblings/musicians scores/film-makers digital deletions
we all leave DNA.Memories.Relationships.Attachments.Philosophies
all contradicted via our not being here to defend them.
i think of those on the lip of forthcoming silences
how they frantically make more before their capacities diminish
how our little lives are not defined by what we leave behind
more by who we are while we are living.
When Hendrix died,i gave away his records.
When Susan Bright and Deb Akers left,i am still giving away their heritage
There is only one request in this.More than bequesting,please..