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.”