what i'd like our gravestones to say

here was a finger puppet.
an orange julius. come take off
your shoes & your face while you're at it.
bring pie & lotus flowers. bring
your tattoo gun & give each other
extra eyes. turn the television on.
i don't want to watch the news 
put on something i've seen before.
play twister. play boombox love poetry.
kiss each other. invite me to your birthday.
you do not need a seance
just a bowl of hard candies. 
leave a toe nail clipper here. leave
a photograph of what we used 
to look like before my annihilation.
here is where i was turned 
into grease. here is where i was 
taken from my dress. thumb
to candle flame. here was a sweet tooth.
here was a women with an apple tree
coming out of her mouth. here was
a boy who walked late at night 
through the pupils of grin-handed men.
here is a future octopus. here is
where i want to meet you again. 
here is where i hang 
the disco ball. bring perfume.
bring a trans flag & all the pronoun pins
your can manage. bring candles.
bring your ripe peach heart.
here was a person. here was a root.
do not call me dead. i was taken. do not
call me dead. i am a waterfall
waiting for the right moment.
as my lover bring me your weeping ocean.
as my community bring my
your rage. bring me your teeth. 
when you leave here 
talk as if i am laying
in the ground right below your feet.