I’m so independent,

I could attend my own funeral

and bury myself in the dirt.

“Here lies Isabella,

she died as she lived-

too afraid to ask to be carried.

Her folded legs left her unmarried,

unloved, unkissed, unsung, undone,

tongue pristine from confessing to no one.

The weight on her back

left her too wary

to bother someone

and ask to be carried.”