let's be waves

I don't want you to remember my name after I am gone. I want you to remember the energy I had while I rolled across the ocean.

I have never shared this poem with anyone before

we want to carve our names 
into everything we see

old trees,
new school desks,
cold dry cave walls,
warm wet cement,
grimy bathroom stalls,

or with ink on the
soft skin of our lover

we want to leave
our mark wherever
we can

so that we won't be
soon forgotten

we want our names

on university buildings…