Gone (Lia Purpura)

I like the tone of today's poem by Lia Purpura. It confronts an immense topic (fear of death/the afterlife) with such simple, conversational phrasing. She explains her opinion exactly and without a wasted word.

The last line is fantastic. It brings the topic from the didactic to the deeply personal. Such a blow of an ending. "I can't get over this." Death, thinking of death, thinking of your legacy. Maybe the "this" is both death and the poem itself.

Favorite line: "It’s that, when I’m gone, / (and right off this is tricky) / I won’t be worried / about being gone."