on that day we will be “Happy Together”

after my death is confirmed,
and not just presumed,
turn the speakers to 25
so that you can hear
the music outside
as you stare into the clouds,
listening to The Turtles’s
“Happy Together,” so loud
you all forget who we are

I am not asking you to dance,
or to pour a drink, or even talk
about me as though you knew me,
I do not need a funeral for my shell,
no, do not mourn me or respect me,
do not consider me part of this
side show we pretend is reality
do not avenge me, not that you could,
do not remember me after the song
just let “Happy Together”
after my death speak for itself

For I will be meeting with God
and She/He/They will be clearing
away all of my remaining tears