What it's like to be dead.

Having something stuck in your teeth
and the relief of removing it, over now
no more teeth

No more good days or bad days

No more worrying about money or
work no more buying toilet paper or
saying stupid things you regret

Even your memory is slowly vanishing
like leftover cigarette smoke in an
empty hotel room.

I'd imagine it would feel like a relief
but in reality it must feel like nothing at all

Passing through the door that locks behind you

And then you are silent
inert
like the Arizona desert along the highway in August
or a rock the size of an apple
on the surface of the moon
hidden in the shadow of a slightly larger rock

Jacob Palmer