Finding out you’d died made me so sad, but I didn’t think about you when you were alive.
Admittedly, I was hungover when I heard.
But it wasn't just that.
You were a crazy woman, like a baby sister to your son who’s also dead.
And what about his real baby sister?
Motherless, brotherless, maybe now hopeless.
Then there's the lawyer who jumped into the sea with you last year for love but really, it was a jump he'd made years ago.
You were a big breasted fighting woman.
I suspect that the porn and reality TV and diet pills don’t sum you up.
At all.
From wherever you are now perhaps things here finally look beautiful
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