Unrest

thinking of buying a cemetery plot
even though I want to be burned
so anyone can visit and
remind me I was a person
because I routinely forget
to slow down
and take it in
with that one breath that feels like home
to bring me down in the dirt
come see me at the stone
and say hi
because I’m probably going to die
doing something I don’t even like
and I’m so scared of missing out
on anything 
that I’ll miss everything
and live in fevered nostalgia 
for my final act of unrest