on taking it with you
something’s missing
though I don’t know what it is
I imagine if I saw it
a bell or two would ring
I suspect it isn’t tangible
but if I could touch it
I would have to question
its authenticity
would have to wonder
whether whatever it is
could make it to the next world
I am destined for
you can’t take it with you
or so I’ve been told
leading to the age-old question
why the hell not
november two thousand twenty-four
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