This poem, written almost as a letter to the narrator's father, calls on him to take her body so that he can live on, even if it means she must die. It seems like it is almost preferable to die for her rather to live on feeling unknown, perhaps being forced to marry.
dad
sentence me to death
so you can live inside my tenantless body
and will not need a tomb
the lonely obsessives
won’t come to marry me away
and there will be no other woman
hating me
dad
you can make me into bed
be the ruler of me
mum doesn’t know me
like i don’t know either of you
when i’m held down
under a body
dad
i woke up dreaming
that i went to sleep
that i died at twenty-one