By traveling backwards in time,
I arrived at my destination faster than wishing.
Passing Polonius on my way,
I heard him say something
about scuttling crustaceans.
As I pair up the mah jong tiles
of my intricate life
and place them in a separate pile,
I come closer and closer
to revealing my core.
I want my epitaph to read, simply:
“God, she was fabulous.”