Remember, too, when I am gone away,
me as Girl with Wild Hair and Tempered Breezes,
with varied seasons galloped in her wake
and the patience of a Saint
Bernard, pressing breath into the snow.
Remember me as She Who Slept In Late;
as Never Had a Date Before Her Thirties--
a girl best known for flirting
with disasters. Remember me in laughter
on my grave; wrap me in the breath before each sneeze,
each battle with disease, and each guitar
string snapping when you play my song.
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