FUNERAL ARRANGEMENTS
	don't want no 'cause it's the right thing people at my funeral taking up space 'cause guilt put on their shoes don't want no pious preacher man praying over me triumphantly flouting me 'cause I finally had to submit to a man something brimstone couldn't scare me to do don't want no flowers blooming pretty while their stems been slit to die no don't want no parts of that gimme lotsa lush hearty plants some moaning and toe-tappin' and them soul-stirring songs gimme 'member when stories yarned through salty smiles and enough as ahs to last from dust till dawn as a friend as a daughter as a lover (sigh) and always no matter what else as a sister (mourners shake their heads say a low ah-men and cry) but most definitely as a woman yes a woman I reckon like as not one of those... lap-legged white liver wiggle-walk women who knew 'xactly what she did not want long 'fore she died