When they write
my obituary,
my life will seem
painfully dull.
They will name
my parents,
my children,
small towns
in smaller print.
But they will not know
my story.
It begins like this:
once upon a time.
Once upon a time
there was a girl
who loved a boy-
a boy whose laughter
was a question
she wanted to spend
her whole life answering,
and so she did.
What more
could it possibly
say?
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