Politicize My Death
by Pat Haney
Last week, in a drunken
flurry, I told my friends,
I don’t care how I die.
Politicize the fuck
out of my death.
The statement was naturally
met with laughter and
questions. I always
have an answer.
The lesbianism, the brownness
the furrowed eyebrows
and bad attitude and
deviated septum.
Spread my ashes across the
White House lawn! I gurgled
through more three-dollar
wine. But only some of them.
Leave the rest at my
grandfather’s grave.
The son of North Carolinian
sharecroppers buried next
to racist Catholics in his
last wife’s family plot.
Leave my ashes with
a bundle of lavender.
Kiss his head stone
and say a prayer.
Pat Haney is a young poet originally from East Lansing, Michigan. Much of their work is inspired by the exploration of their queer and biracial identities growing up in the Midwest. Now, Patricia is a senior at DePaul University double majoring in Writing & Rhetoric and Creative Writing. Over the past several years, they've had work appear in Chicago-based magazines such as Injustice Watch, 14 East, Eclectica Magazine, and Crook & Folly.