Comments about Scott Hightower
I hope my death is not stolen from me
by a fiery blast of Fahrenheit or Celsius
or another calculatable accuracy.
I will gladly relinquish all the pleasures of daily
bread, the pride and dreams of art—even pulse;
but I hope my death will not be taken from me.
Actually, it is a modest policy;
little there to discuss as to solace
or in the way of privacy.
A valued moment of self-possession? Might it be
something to embrace more than to expulse?
I hope my death will not be pried from me.
My end is not to be just a ...