ready

i am ready to die and every part of my body is prepared to die with me
i think i will start with my fingernails
they need to go
i've been picking at them my whole life
instead of taking care of anything more important
like dignified shit or altruistic shit
or picking up a dog from a shelter and becoming its friend
and taking it home and washing its hair in the bathtub
and laying down in the middle of the cold floor next to your couch
and waiting for the ray of sun to crawl across the afternoon floor
so then the sun covers your body and it offsets the winter air coming through the windows
and the dog comes over and lays across your stomach and you are ready to die