I wear my glasses to Death every time;
the only place I'll ever smoke cigarettes again;
parliment lights, filtered camels, american spirits.

I wear my skirt too short in Death;
a mini black booty cover & thigh high fishnets
with actual goldfish g...asping for breath.

I wear a flask to Death;
jameson special reserve, the russian standard, hornitos;
strapped icy on my upper leg.

I wear a cryptogram in Death;
a tattoo inside my skin,
you might need a hint.

I wear my impossible shoes to Death;
effortlessly running on cobblestone.

I wear my fingers crossed in Death;
the reaper's not watching me.

I wear a laughing face to Death;
no place can hold my guffaw.

I wear a tipped tiny hat in Death;
above the lenses that correct my near-sightedness;
how I see the zombie fashion show.