leave of absence
I started a poem last night
but I abandoned it
having not slept for days
afterwards I recalled
how I had died
—in the afterlife it was as if
nothing had changed
today nobody seems to know
why I’m still here
I tell them
this is where I work
& they quietly resume
their own activities
january two thousand twenty-three
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