or the great deeds or the
comfort you gave or the entertainment
you provided
nor the last greatest thing you did in bed
when you met, one-on-one, in the infinite
moment of orgasm's nonsense
it will be when you shit before you had the chance to get your pants down
it will be when you should have said what you thought about saying on reflection after the fact
it will be remembering when you were much stupider to know better, but did not do
what you should have done to help your best friend from drowning
it will be when you ran away crying, hiding your eyes and pretending horrible things
never happen to human beings, but they do happen, and so you look away and pretend
it will be something that bubbled up on the Internet from your past
like a piece of pig fat melting into the most delicious thing that ever clogged your broken heart
you will be remembered for the last worst thing you ever did
you will not be remembered for the first best thing your ever lost
and even if by some chance of fate, any good you did would outshine your failures,
there will be the jokes that are not true and those jokes will grow old, and then they will be ridiculed
and then they will be forgotten.
you will be forgotten, but not before you are remembered for the last worst thing you ever did.