DEATH Poem: Obituary, by Camilla Binyatova

Sometimes I want to choke myself to death.
One day you will find my name in an obituary
In the local newspaper, and you will hold your breath,
Then follow people on their way to the cemetery.

Will you keep my diaries, my notes and letters?
Will you publish my poetry posthumous?
I promise that if I can I will send you a newsletter,
If you will watch out and be cautious.

If you see a red car, consider it a sign,
That my frozen thick blood ran for you.
If you see an airplane up in the sky,
In my language it’s a way to say ‘I love you.’

Sometimes when I’m anxious I’m afraid I will choke to death.
And I think about people not caring about my name in the obituary
In the local newspaper, they will not lose their breath.
So I’d rather stay here with you, and forget about the cemetery.

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