fear

my biggest fear isn’t
dying so much as it
is dying alone,
engaged in some
kind of embarrassing
activity.

i know i am eventually
going to die, and
odds are it won’t be
peacefully in my
sleep like i so desperately
hope.

i just don’t want to
die a lonely old
man in the middle of
jacking off
with my
pants around my ankles,
semen on my hands
and my face resting on
a wrinkled copy
of my neighbor’s Victoria’s
Secret catalog.

 

-published in Babel Magazine