I’ve handled my affairs, as they say.

I cleaned my house from top to bottom, lining everything up perfectly. All the labels on the soup cans are finally symmetrical.

I showered, shaved my legs; did my hair; made my face. I’m as pretty as I still know how to be.

I said goodbye to the cats, who said, “See ya!” with all the disinterest of their birthright.

I cried with the dogs, who cried back while they licked the tears off my face.

Then I walked to the field, opened my umbrella, and closed my eyes.

I’ve had enough. You can stop now.

I raise my umbrella high above my head.

Just take me.