Mom is dead, and
you should kill me now

I walk across the street, and
I say to every driver: hit me

And I will forgive you
if you are drunk.

Drive too fast, and
look down at your cellphone

I’ll understand: I am walking, and
you can kill me, and
I will forgive you:

you don’t know
how much I want to die
accidentally with quaisi-honor

so be careless for me
and I will thank you.