Instructions for my Funeral
1. don’t you dare
wear sadness
like a scarf that doesn’t suit you.
it will be enough
having a broken pulse,
don’t break my heart too.
2. don’t let the priest
turn my memory
into a list of virtues. bring me to the beach,
tell the waves about my clumsiness,
about my fingers
scarred from nervous habits.
3. don’t worry
about being formal. i never was.
i’d rather you wear
my favourite cerulean shirt,
get up and sing
like we did in the car.
4. don’t layer death
on top of me.
don’t steal winter from Hades.
everyone knows
hell is cold. i was always
a summer girl.
Alessia Galatini comes from Italy and lives in London, although her mind is constantly wandering. She makes it her task to find poetry in the unexpected – she will write a lot about the world, sometimes as it is, sometimes as it should be. Twitter: @AlessiaGalatini