when wearing the glasses I am required to wear by law
in order to drive. It says as much on my license.
It also says my eyes are green (simplified from hazel),
lists my date of birth. May is my favorite month because,
depending on where you are, summer should have arrived
or be around the bend. There is a little heart
on my license indicating, in the event of my death,
as much as can be salvaged from my body should be salvaged
from my body and given to whoever needs it most. My eyes
will not be recycled, and so will go into the earth
with me, or into the fire. Here in the future we have various
options including, in Colorado, human composting.
I suppose I’d rather feed flowers than be a corpse
surrounded by them, a blind man becoming a bed of irises.