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.