fear of death has made me no less hungry

who cares
what my name is,
but here’s my last meal—

I’d have chicken tikka masala
with multicolored rice
and peshwari naan bread, a pesto, tomato, mozzarella sandwich
on toasted wheat bread, sweet potato fries
with various dips,
samosas with cilantro chutney, a really good
pizza
Margherita,
bean, cheese,
and lettuce tacos
from Satco
with chips & queso,

to drink:
a chai milky
boba tea
and light cloudy
lemonade.
my grandpa’s summer pudding.
rhubarb crumble,
a warm
chewy
chocolate chip cookie
for dessert.

who cares what my name is.
death doesn’t make
me cry,
but poetry does.