When I Die

When I die, let it not be winter

sifting me into ash, the bitter ice

making me colder than extinction,

the ground too hard

to take my body into its arms,

the sky too heavy for my soul.

–Excerpt from “When I Die” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2013). First published in Journal of the American Medical Association.

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