portion of the artwork for Theo LeGro's poetry

Dress sexy at my funeral
Theo LeGro

—after Smog

wear white / wear red / wear your fuck me boots / play Prince / play Bowie / play fiddles / even if i’m the only one
who thinks they’re sexy / make sure / there’s an afterparty / make sure / it’s karaoke / stay / all night / stay / a little longer
wear leather / wear chains / wear what you’d wear to meet me / we’ll fill up / every jukebox / in this city / we’ll dance like nobody
is dying / keep the jade for my niece / bury me / in the red dress and the Reeboks / i want to be ready / to run / in the next life
let me tell you a secret / i’m not ready / to go / so / miss me / even though / it’s selfish / to ask / forgive me / forgive me
for what i did / and didn’t say / forgive me and miss me / like it was sudden / like no one saw it coming / miss me so much
i can’t cross over / let me come back / in the middle of a party / extra-dry martini spilling / down my wrist / let me come back
to oysters swimming / in chilled shells brimming / with brine / let me come back / in the morning / long fingers of wisteria
combing my hair / waxwings / calling my name / naked / my body / intact / blood-hot / scarless / freckled / with dew


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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 59 | Spring/Summer 2022