The Day I Die, Poem by Krista Lukas

Death comes to us all eventually:

The Day I Die by Krista Lukas will be a Saturday or a Tuesday, maybe. A day with a weather forecast, a high and a low. There will be news: a scandal, a disaster, some good deed. The mail will come. People will walk their dogs. The day I die will be a certain day, a square on a calendar page to be flipped up and pinned at the end of the month. It may be August or November; school will be out or in; somebody will have to catch a plane. There will be messages, bills to pay, things left undone. It will be a day like today, or tomorrow—a date I might note with a reminder, an appointment, or nothing at all. "The Day I Die" by Krista Lukas, from Fans of My Unconscious. © Black Rock Press, 2013.